#*pets poor levi*

[carewyncromwell]

“I'll take your bad days with your good -- Walk through the storm, I would -- I do it all because I love you...”

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However close Carewyn became to the people who would become her King and Ace, her dearest friend in the Kingdom of Hearts, and her closest confidante, was the woman who would become the Jack of Hearts -- the soft-spoken and modest, but surprisingly nurturing and stubborn Chiara Lobosca.

The two women went to university around the same time and shared several classes together, including Statistics and Social Sciences. They didn’t truly collide, however, until a day over summer break, when Carewyn finally had the time and money needed for the train so she could take a trip to the capitol. It was the first time she’d really had any time to explore the capitol of Hearts on her own, and although she didn’t have much money for shopping, she wanted to see what it’d be like to window shop on these streets, compared to the ones back home in Spades. Pretty much immediately she was charmed by the beautiful displays of silk gowns and tailored suits for sale -- it was little wonder that everyone at the university gave her the side eye for always wearing plain black and white dresses, considering just how colorful and decorative most of Hearts’s wares were. The Country of Spades was often very modest and utilitarian in its color palettes, however intricate its clothing could be in types of fabrics and patterns, and as much as lot of the fashion Carewyn saw in Hearts was over-the-top and flashy, it was certainly eye-catching.

As Carewyn made her way through the capitol, though, her peaceful day was interrupted by some commotion in the street. A blond-haired young man was stumbling his way down the street, haranguing everyone who got near him -- most of the passerby assumed he was some madman, judging by his torn black clothes and crazed wide eyes as he screamed nonsense words at everyone -- but he was visibly limping and looked half-starved. Only one person had been brave enough to push through the crowd over to him -- a young woman with white-blond hair dressed in a colorful vest and patterned bloomers -- and she was struggling to calm the man enough to bandage his injury.

“It’s all right,” she tried to soothe him. “You’re safe now -- here...let me take a look at that...”

But the man just kept babbling.

“No, no! Gotta -- gotta keep going! Can’t stop -- gotta run -- can’t stop -- can’t stop, or she’ll stop me -- can’t stop -- can’t stop -- ”

But the poor young man was so hysterical and weak he could hardly stand. He lost his footing and fell. The light-haired woman tried to help him up -- Carewyn, seeing that she was having trouble, immediately darted out to help her help the man up.

“It’s all right -- we’ve got you,” Carewyn told the man gently.

The white-blond-haired woman looked up at Carewyn, a bit startled. The man wriggled in their grip, his eyes very wide.

“No! No, no! You’re taking me to her -- you work for her -- !”

“Don’t worry,” Carewyn told the man very firmly. “We don’t work for her. We just want to help you.”

The man was so anxious he was having trouble taking this in, but he stilled in their arms. Carewyn turned to the other woman with a pointed look, and she nodded, taking his focus on Carewyn as the distraction she needed to examine the man’s leg.

“You’re in the Kingdom of Hearts,” Carewyn told the man. “She can’t reach you here.”

The man was shaking uncontrollably. “No -- no, she said -- she said no one can run -- no one can run -- must run -- must -- ”

“She can say whatever she wants, but that doesn’t mean it’s true,” Carewyn told him fiercely.

She brought a comforting hand down onto his shoulder.

“It’s okay,” she said more gently. “I’m from Spades too. She hasn’t been able to chase me here either.”

The trembling man stared at her, his face very white. “...She...hasn’t?”

“No,” said Carewyn very firmly.

“I...don’t have to run?”

“Not anymore.”

It was like this single reassurance was heaven-sent. The man’s face crumpled up like paper, losing the rest of its color as well as all of its fear, and he collapsed into the two women’s arms, breaking down in sobs of relief. 

The white-blond-haired woman turned to Carewyn.

“Come on,” she told her. “The hospital isn’t too far from here -- we can take him there.”

Carewyn nodded. The two women brought the man’s arms up and over their shoulders, so that they could carry him together down the street.

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They journeyed together down ten blocks before finally reaching the hospital. When they arrived, the nurses greeted the other woman very warmly.

“Chiara! We were expecting you an hour a -- good Heavens!”

The Head Nurse immediately rushed over to help Carewyn and Chiara with the man they were carrying.

“His leg’s completely dislocated,” said Chiara gravely. “He’s bleeding internally, but only because his muscles seem to be slowly ripping out of his skin -- I think he must’ve stumbled through the Joker’s Domain on the way here, for his injuries to make so little sense...”

“Get him to the Lahire Ward,” the Head Nurse barked at the others. “Quickly.”

The young man was brought to the severe trauma ward and the nurses there immediately set to work treating him. Chiara was right there in the thick of things, helping the nurses fetch things -- Carewyn, for her part, stayed right beside the patient, talking soothingly to him as they worked.

Upon taking off his coat, they found a worn-out, water-stained card that identified him as Levi Kidd. It was eventually decided that the damage to Levi’s leg was too extensive and irreversible, and if the nurses wanted to prevent the rest of his body from similarly turning inside out, his leg would have to be amputated. Carewyn sat by the young man’s bedside during the entire surgery, holding his hand. When Levi awoke after the surgery and saw the space where his leg had been, the poor boy burst into tears and sobbed for close to an hour.

After the surgery, Chiara returned to the hospital with a couple of sandwiches in hand. She arrived just in time to hear a warm, sweet voice echoing softly through the wall of the Lahire Ward.

“But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow, It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow -- Oh, Danny boy...oh Danny boy...I love you so...”

All of the patients in the surrounding beds had quieted, with many of them leaning over so as to hopefully better hear the song. Quite a few had their eyes closed, but others were wide awake and smiling softly, even despite all of the discomfort of their injuries. It made Chiara smile, seeing all of the patients she knew looking so at peace, and she strode up to the Lahire Ward with a more confident stride. When she opened the door, she found Carewyn sitting at their patient’s bedside -- the blond young man had finally fallen off to sleep, no doubt soothed by the ginger-haired woman’s voice.

“Thank you for staying with Levi,” Chiara said, once she’d given Carewyn one of the two sandwiches she’d bought and they’d started to eat. “I’m sure you had a full day of your own planned...but the nurses and I are really grateful.”

“How could I do anything else?” Carewyn asked. “Sure, I don’t know him, but...well, he needed help.”

Chiara smiled.

“Yes, he did,” she agreed softly.

She paused, considering her next words carefully.

“Earlier...back in the street...you told him that ‘she’ couldn’t follow him here. Do you know who he was talking about?”

Carewyn’s lips came together grimly. Her gaze shifted out the closest window.

“...Yes,” she said at last. “Or, at least, I surmised who it had to be. His clothes are torn, but the vest is typical to the kind courtiers in the Country of Spades wear. My brother wore one just like it.”

Chiara blinked twice, startled. “Courtiers? Do you think this man works for the court of Spades, then?”

“The Ace, most likely,” Carewyn said very coldly.

Her eyes narrowed a bit upon Levi, her eyes a muddled mix of grimness and concern. Chiara considered Carewyn carefully, tilting her head a bit like a curious dog -- then she glanced down at the patient in bed again.

“I don’t know much about the Country of Spades or its politics,” she said very quietly, looking up at Carewyn out the top of her eye, “but I remember when the Knave of Hearts took over two hundred years ago...well, there were many who fled the Kingdom, seeking sanctuary elsewhere...many in the Joker’s Domain, and others to Diamonds or Spades...”

Carewyn nodded. “The Ace has taken charge of things in the King’s stead, since his death. That power is usually split between the Ace and Jack, with the Jack dealing with domestic affairs and the Ace dealing with the machinations of the military, but Duncan Ashe has had an uphill battle trying to wrench control of Rakepick’s hands.”

“Duncan Ashe is your Jack?” asked Chiara. Carewyn nodded.

“He and King Coby were always close -- if anyone should run things in his stead, it’s him. But Rakepick and the army view the whole situation differently. They argue that Coby’s assassins targeted him because of his and Duncan’s more ‘relaxed’ approach to governance, and so a strong hand is needed to ‘correct’ what’s gone wrong.”

Chiara considered this. “Hm...and yet too strong of a hand can make people revolt. That’s why the Knave of Hearts was able to take over in the first place -- when the Queen’s mental health began to deteriorate and her justice became too ruthless, he decided that she and the King were no longer fit to rule.”

“And so he ‘stole the tarts,’” Carewyn said with a slight wry smile.

Chiara nodded.

“Your name is Carewyn, right?” she asked after a moment.

“Yes. Carewyn Cromwell.”

Chiara smiled. “Well, I’m really glad you were here for Levi, Carewyn. If you want to come back and visit again, you can always travel with me -- the train conductor and I have some history, I’m sure she won’t mind if you come with me sometimes.”

Carewyn was hesitant at first, but -- thinking of Levi’s connection to the court of Spades and therefore to her brother -- she finally put on a polite smile and nodded.

“Thank you. That’s very kind of you.”

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And so over the course of the next week, Carewyn and Chiara would take the train from the university to the capitol and then walk together toward the hospital. Their journeys together gave the two women time to talk and connect, and they soon found they really enjoyed each other’s company. Carewyn learned how Chiara had spent a lot of her own childhood at this very hospital, since she’d been a very frail and sickly girl, so now that she was well, she wanted to give back as much as she could. Chiara learned about Carewyn’s mother and brother back home in the Country of Spades and of how they had been intending to join her in Hearts as soon as it was safe to leave.

When Levi’s condition improved and his sanity slowly returned, he told Carewyn about the state of affairs in the Country of Spades -- how border security was getting tighter and tighter, and how tensions between the Ace and Jack were escalating. Many in Duncan’s confidence were convinced that the Ace may have even had something to do with what happened to King Coby.

“I remember one day one of the Jack’s subordinates got right up in the Ace’s face and accused her of trying to ‘emulate the Knave,’” Levi said with a wince. “Madam Ace shot back at him that he had no place to speak of loyalty to one’s country when he shipped his own sister across the border all alone.”

Although Carewyn came to the hospital to visit Levi, however, her returns were always marked with the other patients asking to see her. It seemed that many of them had enjoyed her singing from her first visit, and so had dearly hoped she would sing some more. The nurses thought it’d be a lovely way to bring some sunshine to the ward, so after some coaxing, Carewyn went around to several wards during her visits to sing for them. Some favorites of the patients in the ward were songs like “Till the Clouds Roll By” and “Look for the Silver Lining.”

It was right before their hospital visit at the end of this week, however, that Chiara met Carewyn with some exciting news.

“The Head Nurse, Madam Pomfrey, has asked me to escort her to the Palace of Hearts,” she said. Her modest, sweet voice seemed to be tearing in the seams in her excitement.

"The Palace?” said Carewyn, startled.

“She wants me to help her treat the Queen,” Chiara explained. “She’s been suffering from chronic gout -- nothing life-threatening, but incredibly painful...but I’ve been doing some research in the university’s library about possible treatments, and I think that applying ginger to the affected areas would do wonders, in easing the Queen’s discomfort.”

“Ginger is supposed to be good with dealing with inflammation,” Carewyn recalled. “I remember Jacob doing several studies with it, while working for Duncan.”

Chiara nodded eagerly. “It seems to be a common remedy in the Land of Clubs, as well...but anyway, that’s why Madam Pomfrey wants me there, to help with the Queen’s treatment.”

Carewyn’s eyes lit up. “That’s wonderful news, Chiara! I’m so happy your talents are being recognized.”

Chiara’s cheeks warmed with a light blush. “Thank you, Carewyn...”

She paused, before pressing on a bit more bravely, “Carewyn...will you come with me, to see the Queen?”

Carewyn blinked.

“I know you’ve come to see Levi,” said Chiara, “but Madam Pomfrey said that the Queen’s been confined to her bed for nearly three days now, and I gather she hasn’t been in good spirits. I’m sure she’d really enjoy it if you came and sang for her -- and it might be easier for me to apply the topical treatment, if the Queen is distracted.”

Carewyn considered this. Chiara was right -- as kindly as many people viewed her actions for Levi and the other patients, she came to the hospital to see Levi largely for her own benefit: so she could learn more about what was going on back home, and hopefully pinpoint a way to make contact with Jacob or her mother. But at the same time, Chiara had been a very good friend to her, and Carewyn could sense how important this opportunity to help the Queen of Hearts was to her. She felt terrible at the thought of not helping Chiara with something that meant so much to her.

So Carewyn smiled and nodded.

“Okay. I’ll come with you.”

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The Palace of Hearts was a gorgeous, stately place -- every inch a shrine to the grandeur and power of nobility. Carewyn didn’t think she’d ever see a place quite so grandiose again: it simultaneously made her stare in wide-eyed wonder and wince at the thought of just how many people the money behind such a structure could’ve fed.

No way to earn back the money this must’ve cost, though, she thought, as her eyes ran over the intricately carved, gold-lined banisters. Even if you ripped out and sold off all the gems and precious metals, the labor that went into creating this place...that’d be priceless.

Madam Pomfrey, Chiara, and Carewyn were escorted to a private wing of the palace, where the Queen of Hearts reclined in a luxurious bed with scarlet velvet drapings. Carewyn felt horribly under-dressed standing before the Queen -- even though the older, dark-haired woman was dressed only in a silk dressing gown, her hair was tied up elegantly and her ears and neck were decked with pearls.

“So you must be Chiara Lobosca,” said the Queen, regarding Chiara with a fond smile that brought out both the dimples and wrinkles in her cheeks. “Madam Pomfrey has spoken so glowingly of you.”

Chiara blushed. “Thank you, your Majesty.”

The Queen turned her focus to Carewyn curiously. “And who is this?”

“This is Carewyn Cromwell, your Majesty,” said Chiara. “She’s my friend.”

The Queen’s eyes lit up with interest. “Cromwell? As in the Cromwell Clan jewelers?”

Carewyn inclined her head politely, even as her gaze drifted away uncomfortably. “They’re my mother’s family...though I’m afraid we don’t converse with them. We’re from the Country of Spades, you see.”

“Really?” said the Queen, interested. “And now you’re here in Hearts. I can imagine you must’ve been quite a culture shock, coming here.”

Carewyn put on her best smile. “It is very different, your Excellency...but your Kingdom is very beautiful. And I’ve made good friends here, as well.”

She glanced at Chiara out the side of her eye, and the other woman beamed with pride through her flush.

“I actually invited Carewyn because she likes to sing to our patients, back at the hospital,” Chiara said brightly. “I thought it might make your treatment a bit more enjoyable.”

The Queen looked delighted. “Oh, what a splendid idea! Declan and I do so enjoy the theater, whenst we’re able to go...”

Chiara immediately set to work mixing together the ginger paste needed as Carewyn approached the Queen’s bed.

“Take a seat, Carewyn,” said the Queen, indicating a small velvet stool. “Do you know any of Judith et Charles?”

Carewyn faltered. “Oh...no, your Grace, I’m afraid I don’t.”

“Oh, it’s a lovely opera,” sighed the Queen. “It chronicles the tale of the supposed Mad Queen and her King, deposed by the Knave of Hearts...I presume you know that tale?”

“Yes,” said Carewyn. “The Queen of Hearts in her old age began to lose her mind, and in violent rages, began to order executions of all those who spoke against her. The King would imprison and then quietly pardon each man she ordered the execution of so as to pacify both her and the Kingdom, but the damage was done. The Jack of Hearts used the public’s indignation and lack of faith in their rulers to supplant them -- taking control of the multiple prisons where the Queen’s victims were housed -- and, in doing so, became the Knave of Hearts.”

“Indeed,” said the Queen. She hadn’t even seemed to notice that Chiara was starting to apply ginger paste to her injured leg. “But the tragedy of the whole affair was how deeply and sincerely the King and Queen loved each other, all the while. The King stood by the Queen, even in the height of her insanity, because the Kingdom at that time demanded lifetime appointments for its monarchs, and he knew that his Queen was suffering just as much herself, trapped in her own mind with no escape. Even when King Charles was given the opportunity to abandon his Queen to the Knave’s forces, he chose to die by her side.”

The Queen’s expression softened.

“Yes, perhaps their leadership wasn’t the best...but I’d like to think that in another life, perhaps they would’ve been able to retire and find happiness together, as ordinary people living quiet, unremarkable lives.”

Carewyn considered this. “...Mm, perhaps. But their people did deserve better. The Knave was wrong in his methods, and his cruelty once he had power was unforgivable...but he was right, to think they were unfit for leadership. That’s what Jacks and Aces are supposed to be for -- to provide that oversight, to check unfettered authority.”

“Indeed,” said the Queen. “And Kings, Queens, Jacks, and Aces being selected on merit as opposed to appointed by ancestry helps provide further oversight, from the people themselves.”

“Perhaps,” said Carewyn, “but only if the people’s voices can all be heard. People’s voices are often magnified by their connections, but those connections often come about because of privileges that not everyone has access to.”

“True,” said the Queen. “Equality is something we can all aspire to, I think. Declan likes to say that a King’s voice should only ever be as strong as one of his citizen’s.”

“Yes, but at the same time, not all voices should be given the same weight, in all situations,” Carewyn pressed on. “Although a King’s voice should be equal to those of his citizens when it comes to how much one should pay in taxes, we must listen to voices with relevant knowledge when it’s needed. When someone’s injured, a doctor’s voice is more important to hear than anyone else’s.”

“So you believe that sometimes one voice is more important than others?” asked the Queen.

"Not more important, just more helpful in dealing with the task at hand,” said Carewyn. “And hopefully, if education is promoted and that relevant knowledge is made more accessible, everyone’s voices will be better trained and better informed in the future.”

The Queen cocked her eyebrows with interest.

“I must say, Carewyn, if your singing is as passionate as your politics, I think I will quite enjoy it,” she said, her eyes twinkling.

She flourished her hand in something of an invitation.

“Come -- why don’t you sing me one of your favorite songs? I’m very interested to hear what you choose.”

The wrinkles in her eyes and smile were dusted with a strange kind of mischief that made her look younger than she had before.

Carewyn smiled. “...All right.”

And so she sang for the Queen as Chiara worked. The song Carewyn chose was one she’d sung quite a bit herself when she was alone, whenever she was most missing her mother and brother.

“I'm always chasing rainbows, Watching clouds drifting by -- My schemes are just like all my dreams, Ending in the sky...

Some fellows look and find the sunshine -- I always look and find the rain... Some fellows make a winning sometime -- I never even make a gain, believe me... I'm always chasing rainbows, Waiting to find a little bluebird in vain...”

By the time Carewyn was finished, the Queen’s treatment was finished. Even so, the Queen extended her hands to take hold of both of Carewyn’s.

“Thank you for your company, my dear,” she said warmly. “I hope you won’t mind if I call on you again, sometime soon?”

Carewyn was startled. “Oh -- ah...of course not, your Excellency.”

“Queen Rosalie will do,” said the Queen fondly. She glanced at Chiara. “That goes for you as well, Chiara. I hope you’ll be present for my next round of treatments, should I need them?”

“Of course, your Majesty,” Chiara said at once, flushing happily at the request.

“Wonderful.”

Queen Rosalie turned back to Carewyn, her dark eyes that bit more gentle.

“Until next we meet,” she said kindly. “I hope that that little bluebird you’ve been seeking comes to roost with you soon.”

Carewyn smiled and nodded politely. “Thank you.”

And as if an omen of good things to come, as she, Chiara, and Madam Pomfrey left the Palace and the dimming sunlight of the late afternoon bounced off the castle’s exterior windows, Carewyn could see dozens of tiny rainbows winking back at her.

[another-lost-mc]

No-pressure Vampire AU idea: how about the brothers feeding on MC (consensually) a little too enthusiastically that they take longer than usual to wake up from the blood loss, causing the brothers to freak out and panic a little before MC eventually calms them down? You don’t have to write for all the brothers if you don’t want to. Thank you!!

I tried to keep the angst light-ish on this one. It focuses on the dynamics of poly!MC and the vampire brothers instead. All of them make an appearance in this but it's very Mammon/Levi/Asmo-centric.

[Vampire!DEMON BROTHERS x gn!Reader, 2.4k words, nsfw, hurt/comfort. Content warnings: canon-typical vampire behaviour including biting/blood drinking, aftercare (and lack of), pet names, masturbation, poly!MC (they/them pronouns).] ♫ [ song rec: sweet dreams ] | more from the vampire!au

Mammon, Leviathan, and Asmodeus have been in your room since they returned from their trip. The brothers were gone for nearly a week because Diavolo pulled them away from the Devildom metropolis citing official duties that required their presence.

Lucifer was considerate and gave you plenty of advanced notice before their departure. His warning before these trips is a courtesy for his brothers as much as it is for you. You scheduled your daily blood donations accordingly; by the time they were ready to leave, you gave each of the brothers two blood bags to tide them over for the week-long excursion.

The brothers returned two days early, and the first thing they did was bring you home. You stayed at Purgatory Hall while they were gone so you weren't lonely without their company. As soon as they saw you, all the brothers complained you reeked of angels and the soggy old wizard.

Mammon, Levi, and Asmo were quick to claim your attention for themselves, but first you needed to do something about the unwelcome scents of others that lingered on your skin. They waited in your room while you showered in your private bathroom. Even after you scrubbed your skin with the body wash Asmo gave you, they still insisted you smelled funny. You refused to take any more showers after the third one and told them to deal with it.

It'll be impossible for you to smell like anything except for the three brothers now. You had your (last) shower nearly an hour ago, and you've been sitting back-to-chest with Mammon with his arms wrapped around your waist. His chin is hooked over your shoulder while he watches the television screen. Levi sits at your feet and leans back against your legs while you play games together, and Asmo is sprawled on the bed beside you with his head in your lap.

It's cozy and affectionate and warm, but the air grows thick with anticipation when the first signs of bloodlust start to take hold of them. Mammon's nose tickles your neck as he scents you; if he's trying to be sneaky, he's doing a poor job of it. Levi's focus on the game wavers because he glances at you over his shoulder mid-match; he doesn't even flinch when he loses the third game in a row. Asmo's low purr rumbles in his chest as he massages the soft flesh of your thighs.

You tap Levi's shoulder with the gamepad so he can put it back on your desk, and Mammon turns off the TV and tosses the remote aside. Asmo sits up and kneels next to you on the bed. You feel a bit like prey when they all stare at you with unmistakable hunger in their eyes. They appear more monstrous than usual, but there's overwhelming love and adoration in their stares, too—you've never felt anything like it before, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

Feeding multiple brothers at once doesn't normally take much preparation; they haven't fought about who gets to bite where in a long time. You shimmy closer to the edge of the bed so that Levi has more space to settle between your thighs. Asmo pulls a bottle of nail polish out of his pocket and grins as he reaches for your hand. He kisses each of your fingertips before he starts painting your nails. Mammon takes off his shirt and presses himself against your back again; you melt in his arms so he can support your weight.

You wince Mammon and Levi bite you at the same time, but pleasure seeps into your veins as they start to feed. Warmth and love and desire wash over you, and you close your eyes with a quiet sigh. The world seems to slip away and all you know is them.

Mammon moans into your ear as he drinks. He intersperses greedy pulls of blood with soft kisses against your throat, and his tongue flicks across the punctures he made before he drinks again. His hands slide under your shirt and rest possessively over your belly.

Asmo hums quietly beside you while he paints your nails, and he purses his lips to blow across the wet polish. He's so gentle as he turns your hand over in his, and his fangs drag teasingly across your wrist. He pierces your skin and groans loudly at the first gush of blood across his tongue. He nuzzles affectionately against your palm when you curl your fingers around his cheek.

(When the polish on that hand is dry, he gets off the bed and sits on your other side so he can repeat the process with your other hand.)

Levi is the loudest out of his brothers; you can hear the hungry, wet slurping noises he makes from between your legs. His hands are wrapped around your thighs to steady you, and he tickles your bare skin with his fingers as he feeds. It's not long before you feel the rough sensation of scales against your skin as his tail slides up your calf and wraps around your leg.

You gasp softly when three pairs of fangs finally pull away from your skin. The air reeks of blood and musk from their arousal and your own, but you feel dizzy and all you want to do right now is take a nap. You shake your head when Mammon asks if you want a recovery potion before you rest, and he helps lay you down. He smiles when you fall asleep within moments of resting against the pillow.

The three brothers glance at each other awkwardly and pretend they're not all rock-hard in their pants. They share your blood and your body, but they accept that their carnal desires will have to wait until tomorrow.

Levi scurries away first so he can take care of something in his room. Asmo saunters away towards his own room citing a similar excuse.

Mammon waits until they're both gone before he gets up from the bed carefully; he doesn't want to disturb you. He has a quick shower in your ensuite bathroom and jerks himself off. It doesn't take long for him to come, not with your scent in his nose and warm, sticky blood coating the inside of his mouth. He bites his fist to muffle his shout as he paints the shower tiles with his release.

After his shower, he dries off quickly and throws his sweatpants back on. He settles into the bed next to you, and the mattress dips when his brothers quietly return and tuck themselves into your bed too.

Mammon wakes up early the next morning. You're still asleep and laying on your side facing him. Asmo is plastered against your back, and Levi is curled at your feet with an arm draped over your legs.

Something warm and sticky drips onto Mammon's arm underneath your head, and he flicks your cheek playfully without opening his eyes. "Hey, don'tcha get your drool on me, now," he whispers, but he frowns when he smells the metallic tang of copper in the air. He glances at his arm and realizes it's not drool dripping onto him, but blood.

He's wide-awake in an instant when he realizes you must still be bleeding from the night before. He pulls you into his arms and rolls you onto your back so he can look at you properly. He panics when he realizes the small wounds on your neck from his fangs haven't healed. You're not breathing normally either and fuck, you look awful.

"Babe, wake up," he says, tapping your cheek lightly. You don't respond and he smacks your cheek again, a bit harder. "C'mon, wake up, please."

Asmo stirs behind you and sits up with a yawn, but the sleepy haze in his eyes fades quickly when he sees the horrified look on Mammon's face. "What's going on?"

"I don't know, they won’t wake up.” Mammon replies shakily. "Yo, Levi!"

Levi jerks at the foot of the bed and looks around bleary-eyed at the frantic shout of his name. "Huh?" he sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes.

Asmo leans over you and inspects the open wound on your neck, and his breath hitches when he realizes that your wrists don't look any better. "You need to check your bite," Asmo tells Levi, and the room grows thick with tension as all three brothers realize there's something very wrong.

Levi scrambles into action at the tone in his brother's voice, and he tugs the blankets down so he can inspect your thigh. He panics when he sees it's barely healed at all. "I—I don't understand, it's never like this afterwards." He wipes away the thin trail of blood oozing from one of the puncture wounds, but it stays dry for only a few moments before it starts bleeding again.

Mammon glances at his brothers worriedly. "They didn't drink any potions after we finished. I figured they drank some in the other room after they showered."

It wasn't unusual for you to drink a recovery potion to prepare for a heavy feeding session. Their mistake was assuming you did—no one saw you drink anything before or after they fed from you. If you were too tired after, one of them would've helped you.

Why the hell did none of them think to ask?

Why didn't they insist you drink one even after you refused?

Asmo slides off the bed and digs around in your nightstand where you keep your recovery kit, but it's empty. "Damn it," Asmo curses under his breath. "I'll go get some. Keep trying to wake them up," he tells Mammon hurriedly as he rushes from the room.

Mammon maneuvers you carefully and props you up in a pile of pillows against the headboard. Your nightstand is lacking recovery potions, but you have plenty of bandages in your private bathroom. He cleans the skin around your bite marks and covers them with gauze, and he bites his lip to keep it from quivering. He takes care of the wounds on your neck and wrists while Levi tends to the bite on your leg. They work together in strained silence.

You start to regain consciousness as they're tidying up the ripped bandage wrappers and bloody towels. Levi will swear later on that he and Mammon were both crying tears of relief. He covers his red, tear-stained face with his arm and sniffles pitifully; he's just glad you're okay.

You're woozy from blood loss and your speech is a bit slurred, but you try to answer Mammon's questions as best you can. You're not in pain exactly, but you're still tired and light-headed.

Levi paces nervously at the foot of your bed while Mammon sits beside you and holds your hand. He hates how sickly you look and how weak your hand feels in his. Guilt swirls in the pit of his stomach because he knows it's their fault.

Mammon finally hears footsteps rush down the hallway outside your room, and it sounds like Asmo brought company. There's a sharp intake of breath when the door opens. Lucifer steps inside first and Asmo follows behind him. The other siblings give them space and linger in the doorway.

Mammon's not sure what's scarier right now: Lucifer's icy glare of disappointment, Satan's scowl of barely-contained rage, or Beel and Belphie's muttered threats that promise excruciating pain. Mammon waves Asmo over to the bed—he'll deal with his brothers later, after you're taken care of.

Asmo sits on the edge of the bed and uncorks a small bottle that he tips into your mouth. "I'm glad you're awake," he whispers tearfully. "I'm so sorry." He wipes away a trickle of the clear fluid that dribbles down your chin before he leans forward and hugs you. You attempt to smile at him reassuringly, but it looks more like a grimace.

Lucifer glances between each of his brothers who squirm under his scrutiny, but his gaze lingers on you the longest. He's never seen you look so worn out, and he's seething inside that his brothers' neglect did this to you.

Asmo explained what happened after he nearly collided with Lucifer in the hallway earlier: you didn't drink any recovery potions before or after their feeding, and they didn't check on you properly during the night. Lucifer knows you'll try and blame yourself for this, but responsibility for your care ultimately falls to them. Perhaps you should know better, but they should too.

It doesn't take long for the potion to take effect. Your eyes are already a bit brighter and more focused, and you start to look a little embarrassed about what's happened.

Lucifer plans to come back later and help care for you personally, but first he needs to have words with his brothers. "I'd like to see the three of you in the dining room. Your brothers can take care of things here," he tells the trio hovering near your bed. "In the meantime, the next seven days will be dry for everyone."

The week-long ban that prevents you from feeding them in any way—directly or through blood donation—is met with mixed reactions. Lucifer and Satan look a little smug since they rationed your blood bags from the trip and still have some left over; Mammon, Levi, Asmo, and Belphie have nothing left of theirs; and Beel looks the most horrified since he consumed both of your blood bags before he even left the city nearly a week ago.

"Are—are you sure that's necessary?" you ask weakly as you try to sit up straighter in bed. Mammon tries to push you back against the pillows and urges you to relax. "It was an accident, I don't blame them at all."

Lucifer's eyes soften when he looks at you, because you always put their needs and desires above your own well-being—but today, he won't allow it. His brothers skitter away from the bed as he steps forward, and he strokes your cheek gently with the back of his gloved fingers.

"Your presence is a gift to us, and sometimes we all need to be reminded not to take you for granted." He wishes he could bend down and kiss the pout away from your lips, but the others are hovering nearby; he offers you a small, private smile instead.

"Take this time to rest and focus on regaining your strength," he suggests. His fangs peek out behind his lip when his smile sharpens. He leans down close to your ear and whispers darkly and full of promise, "You'll need it."

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⤷ various characters x fem!reader

⤷ a/n: idk where this came from but it's here so 👍 not proofread, enjoy 🫶

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⤷ warnings: dry humping | pet names: baby, good girl, my girl | reader has fem anatomy otherwise ambiguous

i've said it once and i'll say it again. dry humping is criminally underrated.

the tension of wanting to fuck each other.

the ache of your needy cunt grinding against the bulge in his pants.

the desperation of wanting to make each other cum, but not having enough self-control to stop and take off your clothes.

he holds your hips in place as you rock and swirl your soft, plushy mound against him. "keep going baby, you can do it. you wanted it so bad didn't you? gotta work for it." he encourages.

your grunts of frustration as you try so desperately to reach your climax from the confines of your clothes fall on deaf ears. he hears you, but doesn't help you yet. when your clit hits just the right spot you're rewarded for your patience and dedication; now grinding your poor, needy cunt on him on harder.

"that's it, just like that. feels so good doesn't it? doing so good for me. keep going baby, you're almost there. make yourself cum on me."

he finally thrusts his bulge against you, finally offering your burning thighs some relief. your frustration shifts to pure bliss as you cum, soaking the gusset of your panties. "good fuckin' girl, cumming on me... making a pretty mess. i didn't say stop yet, keep going. just like that."

he helps you ride out your high, giving your thighs a gentle squeeze before shifting on top of you. he unbuttons his pants, freeing his cock ever so slightly from the tightness.

"that's my girl. you've done so good you've earned yourself a reward."

KENTO NANAMI, (SOFT DOM) ARMIN ARLERT, KEISUKE BAJI, TOJI FUSHIGURO, EREN JAEGER, LEVI ACKERMAN, SHUJI HANMA, JEAN KIRSTEIN, MANJIRO SANO, REINER BRAUN + YOUR FAVE(S)

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Hi, Jelly ❤️❤️❤️

What about the reader and Levi and the sweet comfort of home? Levi is walking home from work and, hearing a squeak, finds a small stray black kitten. He can't leave the hungry little one behind. He takes it home with him to the reader, hoping that she will like this adorable little ball of fur. The reader happily agrees and adores the new fur family member and comes up with a name for him 😊

Biscuit

Levi x fem reader

Sheriff Levi, small town AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, black kitten

Levi brings a kitten home after a shift at work.

It'd been a long shift for Levi. It was the holiday season, snow was thick and the holiday cheer was in the air. People were getting silly with the drinking, and many tourists were pushing things too far. He'd done a night shift and a full day one right after. He was cranky and desperately needed to be wrapped up in your arms.

He trudged through the snow and made his way from the station to home. The whole time he'd been working his long shift he'd been calling you and texting you often. He loved seeing you on video calls and in pictures, you were adorable beyond words.

Levi was planning on proposing to you on his birthday. The two of you celebrated his birthday instead of Christmas but agreed that when you had kids, you would change things up a little. For now, though, you had many fun birthdays with Levi.

He heard a little noise and stopped in his path. He strained his ears and moved closer to see a blanket over a box. He crouched down and dragged the blanket off to see a little black kitten inside. "Tch, fucking monsters leaving you alone little fella." He scooped up the cat and cradled it in his gloved hands. "Let's help." He opened his aviator coat a little with the fluffy lining and placed the kitten at the top of his scarf and just below his chin. "There. Now let's get you home."

The journey home was a lot nicer than Levi was expecting. He couldn't help but smile at the little black kitten meowing at him now and then. He petted its head a little and walked right up to the front door of his sweet townhome with you. He cleaned his boots off, unlocked the door and purred when he was hit with the divine scent that was you and your perfect cooking.

He hummed in delight. "Smells so good in here."

You ran out of the kitchen with an apron on. "Levi!" You squealed in delight. "Welcome home! I baked a big meat pie for us and I even made dessert."

He chuckled. "Thank you. I missed you."

You walked closer. "I missed you too."

He lifted the kitten out of his scarf. "Could you hold this little one?"

You gasped at seeing the black kitten. "Oh, you are so cute!" You took the kitten and cuddled it. "Hello." You kissed its head as Levi took his winter things off. "Where did you find him?"

"Some arsehole abandoned him. I found him in a box with a blanket over him."

You whined a bit. "Poor baby." You carried him to the kitchen. "Let me get you something to drink and eat. I should have some fish spare..." You grabbed a little bowl and filled it with water. You knelt down and placed the kitten next to the water. "Here you go. I'll get you your fish."

Levi walked closer and watched the kitten happily drink. "I'm glad he drank right away."

"Me too. We should take him to Mike so he can check him over."

Levi nodded. "He's the best vet."

You walked over to another spot and placed the fish. "Sorry, cats don't like eating and drinking in the same spot. Hopefully he's okay." You smiled when the kitten stumbled over to you. "Aww, he's so cute."

Levi smiled as the cat started eating the fish. "He seems like he's doing perfect. So, do you want to keep him?"

Your eyes lit up. "Really!? We can keep him!? I'd love to!"

He chuckled. "Good, I was hoping you'd want to. We need to name him though."

You patted your cheeks as you thought. "Mm..." You stood up and walked over to Levi. "I have a name, but you'll probably think it's silly."

He pulled you against him and kissed you. "I won't. I love how cute and sweet your mind is."

You smiled sweetly. "Okay, how about Biscuit?"

He massaged his fingers in your hair. "Biscuit is perfect." He looked down at the kitten as it let out a tiny burp. "He's cute."

"He's a sweet little bean. We'll make a bed of blankets for him."

"Perfect." He hugged you tightly. "We'll go to the shop when the snow is not too bad and get him all the things he needs."

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[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

So pretending Viv didn't retcon her own fucking lore drop on twitter by being like "omg!! If it wasn't obvioussssss, he was lying. Silly guy. Isn't the sin of WRATH such a egoistical, self absorbed PRIDEFUL guy"—

I'm very into this idea that Satan, and the Imps and all the Hellborn are the indigenous people of Hell.

Which would mean, that Lucifer got banished to a foreign land, immediately claimed ownership of it, allowed/told his wife to manipulate everyone with her singing, and then proceeded to flood Hell with human Sinner's that he also made legally above all the Hellborn. And then got...bored?? And quit actively being king to go make ducks and emotionally abuse his daughter.

Like, holy shit is Lucifer being a metaphor for white colonialism fucking INSANE. The running assumption (and Viv's bullshit on twitter) has been that Lucifer and the other Sin's were together as a group. That the circus theme, and the rings, and the Goetia was just the world they built. But, if Satan and the Sin's were just the indigenous people who lived there, that sure as fuck makes the circus theme more creepy?

Circuses have historically been horrifying displays of human cruelty. Human trafficking, the buying and selling of people with dwarfism as toys or pets, physical torture and extreme conditions, racisim, rape, animal abuse, just like...bad stuff. There were probably some circuses that were fine, but the vast majority of the time it wasn't done humanely or with any dignity to the people performing.

Lucifer, showed up and just like, forced the Sin's into a Circus they didn't want to be apart of? The Circus isn't a thing anymore, because Lucifer isn't as into it, and all of the Sin's seem perfectly fine not doing it anymore.

Thing is, who the fuck was this Circus for?

The only thing I can think of is Lucifer wanting to feel in control again after being banished, and trying to establish the Sinner's as the deserving and dominate "race".

He would've forced Queen B to humiliate and abuse her hellhounds to do...tricks and dances on balls or whatever the fuck, to show how lowly and animalistic they are. Hellhounds aren't like Sinner's. Sinner's are just people with animal traits, they're REAL PEOPLE unlike these dogs.

He would've forced Ozzie to make his Hellborn and Imps to do dangerous and unnecessary acts. The big difference between Hellborn and Sinner's, is that the Hellborn can actually die. So when the Sinner's see a Imp fall from a trapeze act, or end up set on fire and hurt, they'll see that they're inherently better because they aren't that frail. And again, historically circuses had a lot of human trafficking, sex, labor or otherwise. Ozzie runs the sex industry, and I wouldn't be surprised if there was overlap there in the start.

Mamm and Levi seem to be on the infrastructure side, building and maintaining the society and rings everyone lives on. We KNOW that Imps and Hellborn are underprivileged and lack resources. Hellhounds are forced into shelters where they're thrown out the second the little social funding they have runs out. Imps are basically constantly struggling, and never seem to have stable lives. I wouldn't be surprised if most of the support and care that the Hellborn need are being used to "fix" the "overpopulation" issue that Lucifer caused.

And Satan. Holy shit is forcing Satan, the original king to Hell, and the creator of the main indigenous peoples of Hell, to be the fucking "Law" absolutely horrifying. The fact that Satan is in such a high position of power(supposedly) and he's here, making an "example" of a Imp to get the bureaucracy off his ass and move on with his life. Well, if the god of Imps says that they're all disgusting rapists who are after the poor, innocent white Goetia then that must be true!!!! HORRIFYING. WHAT THE FUCK.

Lucifer forced the original gods of Hell to debase, and humiliate their peoples for the entertainment of his Sinner's, and then got fucking bored and left the circus to hide away in his castle. No wonder Ozzie is a consent freak and B is so concerned about people self harming.

There's a world, where Hazbin Hotel actually takes RISKS, and tries to do something interesting. But Viv backtracks every time. And also would never allow her villian characters to be...ya know....villainous. But Luci can't do more then be kinda a little abusive to his daughter but only in a sad way, otherwise he's not a gooodddd guyyyyyy nooooooo.

Anyway, I'm very attached to this indigenous Satan au. Fuck Lucifer, give the Imps their fucking land back you colonizing bitch, and let Satan be the king of Pride again. And stop forcing them to fucking celebrate your dad's son by claiming it's actually just about celebrating youuuu and your sinnn. Shut the fuck up you goddamn weirdo.

[mayajadewrites]

but does he know?

pairing: levi ackerman x fem!reader

rating: explicit, minors dni

summary: levi is your toxic ex boyfriend. you've been dating someone new, jean, who you've been having a great time with. but he's no levi ackerman, which leads to bad decisions.

warnings: toxic af, infidelity (don't try this at home pls), unprotected sex, oral (male & female receiving), slight phone sex

song to listen to while reading: moth to a flame; swedish house mafia with the weeknd

comments + reblogs are always appreciated, they make my entire day actually hehe

ao3

"Goodnight, Jean." You smile as your cheek leans against the glass of your touchscreen. You and your boyfriend, Jean, have been on the phone for 2 hours. You're laying down on your stomach on your bed, legs crossed above your ass.

"Goodnight my angel. See you tomorrow. Can't wait." Jean spoke with a yawn. You can tell he's tired from his long day of work, but he adores talking to you at the end of his day.

You press 'end' and begin to scroll through your photos. You're nowhere near tired - you are somewhat of an insomniac.

Your eyes glaze over the pictures you and Jean took together last weekend, his lips on your cheek as you smile ear to ear.

As you scroll a little farther, your eyes flicker to a photo of you and your ex boyfriend, Levi. You must've forgotten to delete it after you broke up. Your cheeks burned as you looked at the photo - it's one of the many you took when you were intimate with each other.

You're both sat in front of the mirror, you're sitting on his lap as his legs spread on the chair he's on.

Levi's eyes were glued onto your figure, his right hand gripping your thick, plush thigh, his left hand wrapped around the front of your neck. You're holding the phone to take the picture, you're wearing your favorite baby pink lingerie set, that just so happened to also be Levi's favorite.

You close your eyes when you remember how your ass felt against his hard cock against the fabric of his pants.

No, no, no. You can't miss him.

He's the most toxic man you've ever dealt with in your life. You gave 2 years of your life, of yourself to him and for what? For him to tell you he never wanted to get married, never wanted to have kids.

You couldn't hold onto what you wish he was. So, the relationship ended.

A deep sigh left your lips as you scrolled through your contacts, hoping you deleted Levi's number.

Of course you didn't. Because this isn't the first time you've wanted to call Levi late at night.

There he was.

No emoji next to his name like before, no silly nickname.

Simply, Levi.

Your thumb hovered over his name. You knew he was awake. He was always awake when you were.

Are you proud of what you've been doing? Talking behind your boyfriends back to your ex boyfriend? No.

But there's something about Levi that you could not let go of. Every time you spoke to him, you deleted it from your call log and any lingering texts.

1:22 AM.

Calling 📞 ... Levi.

1 ring was all it took.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Levi's voice purred at the other end of the phone.

"Couldn't sleep." You mumbled, sitting up on your bed. You crossed your legs as you spoke.

"You haven't even tried to sleep, have you baby?"

You ignored he pet name. "...Maybe."

"So what can I do to help you sleep, hm?" You heard Levi's chair move, presumably as he sat on it. "Over the phone, at least."

"I just wanted someone to talk to."

"Your boyfriend wasn't available?"

"He went to bed already. He had a long day."

"Poor thing." Sarcasm was leaking from his tone. "Having to have a job and deal with your ass."

"He deals with me just fine, thank you." You turn your head to the side. "If he was here, he would've taken care of me already."

"So why isn't he there? Is it a school night?"

"He's not that much younger than you, Levi."

"You didn't answer my question."

"We just didn't hang out tonight. That's all."

"You used to be at my place every night."

"That's because you and I had an unhealthy attachment to each other. Codependency on my end, at least."

"Your spot on the bed is still there. Sometimes I let my hand wander to that side and feel the contours of the shape your body left."

"L-Levi." You sit up on your bed, feeling a familiar heat rise through your body.

"Say my name again, princess." His voice was husky, you closed your eyes so you could picture his mouth moving. You could almost feel his touch through the phone.

"No. I can't." You bite down on your bottom lip, refusing to give in to the temptation. His voice was so familiar, so warm.

"Hasn't stopped you before, has it?"

You stay silent, squeezing your thighs together in attempt to silence your needy cunt.

"I know she misses me." You heard Levi shift in where he was sitting, presumably spreading his legs.

If your pussy could talk, she'd be screaming at you right about now.

"She misses the way I caress her, the way I devour every last drop, the way I-"

"Enough, Levi." You couldn't take it anymore. You had Jean in your head, he would be so disappointed if he knew you were doing this.

But it's Levi.

Your dainty hand palmed over the fabric of your teeny-tiny shorts, so sensitive you almost moaned at your own touch.

"Sounds like you don't want me to stop. I know you're touching yourself right now."

"Are you?" Your curiosity got the best of you.

"I am. I'm picturing your beautiful hand wrapped around my cock, your lips sucking on the tip the way you always do-" He pulled the phone away from his mouth, grunting as he pumped his own cock.

"L-levi." You pushed your hand inside your shorts, pushing one finger inside your soaked cunt. "I-I need you." You whine as you add another finger.

"I'm right here, baby."

"No. I need you here."

"Give me 10 minutes."

You brush your hair right after you hang up. You look at yourself in the mirror. Is this really you? Are you gonna do this to Jean?

The answer to your question walked through your door.

"You still have a key?" You walked out of your bathroom in your low cut tank top and barely there shorts.

"I made copies, and copies of copies." Your eyes ran up and down Levi's body, he's wearing a (freshly ironed?) black expensive looking sweatsuit, his hair a bit damp. He must've showered quick.

You moved to his half lidded steel grey eyes - which looked like they were drunk off of your figure. You're not skinny, you have meat on you which Levi always appreciated. You had thick thighs that lead to your plush ass, then your soft stomach and supple tits.

You both stared at each other for a few moments, not sure if this is real or not. You took a deep breath in, the scent of his eucalyptus shampoo filling your nostrils.

Bump. Bump. Bump. Bump.

Your heartbeat was pounding in your ear.

Levi slipped his hands into his pockets, letting you know that the ball is in your court.

Slowly, you take a step toward him and press your hands to his chest. You can feel his muscles through his hoodie, all too familiar to you.

Levi watched as you touched him, almost like it was your first time again. Your nails dragged along his chest to his biceps, to which you gave them a squeeze.

Your eyes met his and it was done.

You pushed yourself upwards towards his lips, claiming his lips as yours once again. Your hands cradled his face as you kissed him, your tongue slowly moving in and out of his mouth.

Levi's large hands finally left his pockets to make home on your hips, one hand wandering to your ass as he kissed you. Almost like his hand never left, he started kneading your asscheek.

The room filled with light moans and sounds of kisses before he trailed kisses down your jawline to your neck.

Dangerous.

But you let him anyways.

He kissed your soft spot gently before taking the skin between his teeth, sucking on the spot to make his mark. Your nails dragged to his scalp, tilting your head to the side as he claimed you as his.

You let your hand wander to the elastic of his sweatpants, feeling the outline of his hard cock against the ironed fabric.

Levi moaned against your neck, freezing for a moment as you touched his clothed cock.

"He missed me, hm?" You purred, using your middle finger and thumb to massage his dick outside his pants.

For once, Levi had nothing smart to say.

You kneeled down onto the floor, pressing your knees to the cold wood. Your doe eyes found his half lidded ones, full of lust. He visibily gulped as your hands pressed against his lips, pulling his pants and underwear down.

His cock sprung free, and god, did you miss this sight. He's so girthy, almost too big for you.

"What were you saying on the phone, Ackerman?" You grabbed his cock with your right hand, letting your thumb graze over the veins on the underside. "You were thinking about my lips wrapped around the tip of your cock?" You moved yourself closer to the fat tip of his cock, pre-cum leaking from the slit.

Levi nodded, pressing his hand to the back of your head gently. His fingertips buried themselves in your wavy hair, massaging your scalp gently. He was always so caring, even when you were sucking the life out of his dick.

You kept your eyes on him as you wrapped your plush lips around his tip, sucking on it gently like a lollipop. A moan escaped his lips at your touch, feeling your tongue swirl around the head and the slit.

"Fuck, baby." He pushed your head gently, wanting you to take more of him. "No one does it like you."

"How many other bitches have you fucked since we broke up?" You flipped your hair to the side, waiting for his response as his dick began to disappear in your mouth. You took as much of him as you could, swirling your tongue around the width of his cock.

"N-none. I haven't even looked at another woman since you." He threw his head back, being a bit more forceful with his hand as you bobbed your head.

"Really?" You moved your mouth to his heavy balls, sucking on them gently as you watched his eyes. His body twitched, he loves when you do that.

"Y-yes. You t-think I could m-move on j-just like that?"

You slid the entirety of his cock into your mouth, the head hitting the back of your throat. You bobbed your head as you sucked on his sensitive flesh. You gagged, which only made Levi want you more.

"I don't want to come on that pretty face." Levi pulled you by your hair to stand up. "Bed. Now."

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand as you led him to your room, which he's familiar with.

He laid down on his back, pulling his hoodie over his head as he moved. You followed his lead and slid your shorts off, revealing your soaking, aching cunt.

You crawled over to him, pressing your lips to his as you straddled his waist. His hand gripped the back of your neck as he kissed you, pushing you into him.

"Sit on my face." He broke the kiss, laying down on the soft fabric of your comforter.

"What?"

"I'm sure I spoke clearly." He grabbed your thighs roughly, pulling you to his face. You grabbed your headboard with both of your hands as you felt the contours of his face.

"O-oh." You felt him blow air onto your clit, sending shivers down your spine. His mouth wrapped around the sensitive nub as his hands gripped the fat of your ass, sucking you dry.

You looked down at his inky hair, his lashes fluttering against your thighs as he devoured you like he hasn't eaten in a year. His mouth left your clit with w 'pop' as his tongue plunged into your pussy.

Lewd, wet noises filled your bedroom as he pushed your asscheeks toward his face, burying his face inside of you. Once he felt your walls twitching, he pressed the pad of his thumb to your clit to rub gently circles.

"You can't come yet though, princess. I want us to come together." He mumbled against your cunt.

You're about to lose your fucking mind. Your fingertips gripped the headboard as you began gently rocking your hips back and forth on his face, feeling his nose poke your aching clit.

Levi removed himself from your cunt, your arousal covering his lips. His rough hands flipped you both over so he was now on top, his lips trailing kisses on your chest before pulling your tank top off.

You felt his tip press against your heat, almost making you come then and there.

His eyes were locked on you in that moment. It felt like there was no one else in the world but you and him. You brought your hands to his red-flushed cheeks, kissing his lips gently. You whimper against him as he pushes himself inside of you, stretching your gummy walls.

Your moans intertwine as he thrusts in and out of you, his muscular arms holding onto you. His eyes looked... lonely. Like he missed you. It wasn't the non chalant facade that you normally hear when you call him.

He was aching for you. Not only for your touch, but for everything you are.

Your eyes were locked on his as his strokes were deep and slow, watching his mouth gape open just a bit.

"Baby," Levi grunted, quickening his pace.

"Yes, Levi?" You pressed your hands to his bare, muscular chest.

The sound of you saying his name sent him over the edge. He watched your lips move as you said his name, a glossy sheen on your lips from his cock. He buried his face in your neck as his pace quickened, his fat balls slapping against your skin.

"Oh, Levi." You moan as your cunt clenches around him. "I'm gonna come." Your toes girl as he thrusts faster and deeper. Quickly, he brought one hand to your clit and massaged circles once again. You slammed your eyes shut, feeling the euphoria overtake your body.

Your entire body twitched and let out moans as you came, your brain almost short circuiting. Levi removed his hand from you as he became sloppy with his pace - he's close.

Levi's eyes met yours again as he lost himself inside of you.

"I, I love you." He thrusted inside of you once more, letting his juices cover your walls, filling you up.

He unloaded inside of you out of habit, you both preferred it that way.

You cradled his head in your hands as he came down from his high, caressing his cheek. You watched his face when his eyes fluttered to yours, his lips pressing against your swollen ones.

Once he pulled out of you, you couldn't help but whine at the loss of him. He got a towel and cleaned your body for you, covering your skin with kisses.

"Levi, did you mean that?" You looked at him as he cleaned you, like the neat freak that he is.

"I don't say anything I don't mean." He didn't even look at you. He got up, threw the towel in your hamper, and found himself at your side again. "I'll never stop loving you, princess. Even when you're not with me, I'm eternally yours."

You pulled the covers over your bodies and tangled your legs with his, mending into his body.

He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before you dozed off together.

Safe to say this wasn't the last time you called him late at night.

[jazeswhbhaven]

A Christmas beneath Heaven P2 | React | Days 1 & 2

Woooo we've made it to the second part of the event ya'll! And just as I expected, this is already crazy within the first two days of content Let's do a little recap though, just in case ya'll are seeing this first hand and not the other posts I've made!

MC is down with what they call a 'christmas cold' in Hell. Solomon had it before as well. The symptoms with MC is in short, they can't stop masturbating or getting horny and it's pretty much draining the life out of them. The Kings meet and decide that they must cure her and with the help of Bael finding an old devil with some information the medicine is located in the Middle Realm that is guarded by the first fallen angel, Achazriel. Because they all can't infiltrate all at once, each King must go one at a time, but it's looking like it's more cumbersome than they expected.

Now that you get the general idea without the extra stuff let's continue- S u M m A r Yyyyy~

The first King to make an attempt to infilitrate the Middle Realm is Belphegor. The problem though, is that everyone, including Belphie himself all turn to Beleth who's confused as fuck until he realizes, he's the one that must go in his King's stead.

When I say, that nobody had his back on this, not even Belphie I mean it. Beleth though says that it shouldn't take him long and he'd be okay.

I find it funny though that it was brought up that it's kinda messed up to send a fallen angel back to deal with other fallen angels and everyone's like ????!!! WAIT as if they didn't realize that.

But then we have Bael, sweet bby worried about Beleth and I have a small ramble about that. Not only are they neighboring countries, but the two of them are literally twins in the sense of they both babysit their King, and pretty much run things for their respective countries. So he has sympathy for him in that regard.

Beel doesn't really care though, saying that everyone should place bets for how long it will take Beleth before he comes back. Bimet is doing the math in his head, Asmodeus guessed it...they have this odd moment...

That odd moment being that Bimet was curious as to what made Asmodeus agree with him that 2 days would be the max and Asmo teases him into saying that he can't possibly believe he'd give away information without 'something' in return and Bimet is just kinda like 'oop. my bad... 😶' when Asmo's like...'these devils not giving me bussy is cruel' (not really but he's probably thinking that)

And well, everyone puts their bets in other than Leviathan and Lucifer because they find it pointless. Lucifer honestly just chooses to not engage due to "professionalism" (lmaooo) Belphie even randomly wakes up and is like "yah 3 days is my bet" and goes back to sleep, Bimet changes his bet too. Like good lord everyone believe in my bby pls.

Well...and just as Asmodeus (and Bimet but sadly he changed his number) guessed it...Beleth is back in two days and the poor babes is beat up badly. But at least Asmo agrees to share the winnings with Beleth (he has a thing for him I swear)

I'll spare you the theatrics of how they tried guessing what happened to him, but there was joke that he was fighting Harumon, which wasn't the issue. The issue is that Beleth was paranoid of the traps set, transformed into his cat self, and well...did a cat thing and got trapped anyway because his size triggered them all at the same time. (Let me add that Lucifer was able to tell what injuries Beleth had just by looking at him and what the cause was a "catfight" is what he called it)

The kings are all laughing at him (aside from Lucifer and Levi) like even Belphie is poking at him and I'm just like??? Leave him alone ????? So what he was a clumsy kitty, cats do dumb shit all the time here on Earth 💀🥺😭 I'd pet him and tell him he's a good kitty.

Levi however, is only upset because he came back with just the info of "there are traps" but nothing else. I think Beleth tried his best, he was just.....not on his A-game sadly.

So the next devil to go is Mammon. He just straight up grabs the dice, rolls it and his number comes up. And with no surprise, he gets through the traps so easily it's second nature to him and his giant hands. But the timeline for traveling through all the traps was half a day compared to Beleth getting beat up for two days. 😭

Now, he DOES make it all to the way the gate, Mammon interested in the door and it's materials, and then it opens on it's own so now he's like OOOO NEW TECH MINE. (one track mind...)

So he walks in, and it looks really pretty btw...I'd probably sleep there and he sees the first fallen (hot asf) angel Achazriel. So it appears that this fallen angel is for the most part docile and just kinda sits on the chair he's in. Though, he does know who Mammon is, though very little is known about him.

He doesn't even want to fight, he challenges Mammon by asking him one question, if he answers it within 10 seconds he won't have to leave. In the Middle Realm, his word is law, so if he loses Mammon will be forced out by that rule.

Guess what the question was? "Who is most precious to you." I was like OH this is easy, MC! Well....our uh big stud here went through all of ten seconds thinking of other things and people even the souls in his body before he realized it was MC that was the answer but it was too late 😒🙃😭😭 Like??? Okay Mammon thanks love you too. Because the point of the entire trip was to heal MC and I'm like??? W T F. Satan could have answered that question easily I bet (he seems to be the OTP Kings wise)

So...Mammon failed, but at least he had more information. He didn't tell them the question that was asked, which I assumed no one asked him directly so he had no reason to reveal. (I bet you Satan would have laughed at him for getting it wrong and be like HA the answer is MC you idiot. or something like that)

Beel is up next! And well...since Mammon did all the footwork, he basically just had to walk up there, meet Achzariel and was straight up like "Give me the medicine." Beel....pls.....

PHEW so this summary was longer than the others because yeah so far Part Two's stories are far longer than Part One's! When I do the screenshots hopefully everything fits in this post. Some may have to be exlcuded ;w;

Let's get to the screencapssssss

idk i found this cute because no Satan you can't do that. Time out chair again.

I feel like this is Luci's polite way of saying..."I ain't got the time nor patience for this foolishness"

Beel. LMAO really now? (this was toward Beleth going first and Belphie was like "I ain't" and went to sleep.) Bael was like.....o k.

He's so worried, let me give him kisses for being a sweetie.

NABE DOG FORM CAMEO (gives him treats and scritches)

AYo??????? We just gon' fap in front of everyone present? ASMO ??

Leviathan was ready to beat his ass like

Like srsly he was done at this point lmaooooo

😭MY BABY OMG

I'm sorry Levi has been irritated this entire event and I'm crying because it's either Beel or Asmodeus annoying the fuck out of him. 💀

They were so mean 😭 like I know they were just joking but this man came back battered and torn being called a rag by Asmo and now they're calling him a clumsy cat. It's okay Beleth com'mere and and I'll give you hugs and smooches. (He seems to not be too graceful as a big kitty and that's okay)

Tryna capitalize on strange self opening doors, okay Mammon

Bye, taking a nap here.

I know you fine as fuck, wait who said that? I'm supposed to be napping

what do you mean, what????

ok.

Pretty much. LOL

And just because there's room to throw this in....

He really said, "you goin' fam." and went back to sleep.

Classic Leviathan roasting.

LIKE ya'll there's so much interactions between the Kings and their nobles in this event, it's really nice to see them acting in their natural state without MC around even if they are simply just in a quarantine room jackin' off to the thoughts of Minhyeok.

Since Beel boldly just went up in Middle Realm and asked for the medicine directly I wonder how that's gonna work out for him...I can't imagine too well since he's...ya know himself lmao

[ghoularaki]

baby's breath | 12

↠  summary: Merely by coincidence, Erwin, your father's former friend had crossed paths with you again after nearly a decade. He offered solace once finding out you were struggling with not just school, but your home life as well. His home he shared with another one of your father's friends, Levi, became a sanctuary. Though, the more you came over for study sessions, the more they wiggled themselves into your private life. And like baby's breath, they weeded themselves in so deep you couldn't uproot them.

↠ word count: 3,347

↠ pairing: levi ackerman x reader x erwin smith

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, modern au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, daddy kink, forced infantilism, pet play, age gap, anaphylactic shock, hospitals

Erwin’s humming disturbed you.

You sat in the living room, a lot more docile than yesterday. Honestly, you were more in a daze than anything. Since the intrusive thought entered your head to kill Erwin in his sleep, you never really did escape from the idea. It toiled in your spiraling mind.

The man had you sitting on the floor, various crayons, glitter tubes and glue sticks scattered across the floor. He even allowed you different types of craft scissors along with construction paper so you had the utmost creative freedom. When he presented you the activity you would be doing today, he framed it as you finding a productive way to channel your emotions.

You were bitter for multiple reasons. He knew how much being here caused you turmoil, but still refused to let you leave. Though, you knew it was a little too late for that. A deeper set anger coiled in you. The fact that as a child you were never given this option. If Erwin wasn’t such a pervert, if this was before everything, you would have wanted him as your father instead.

The crayon in your hand snapped in half from the force you were digging the poor thing into the paper. For the past few minutes you had just been scribbling circles upon circles on the pink sheet. You weren’t in the mood to put more effort into what you were doing. Plus you had the inkling Erwin would want to put your ‘masterpieces’ on the fridge. A shutter of disgust gurgled in your stomach.

Similar to yesterday, Erwin had sat on the couch, watching you with a stack of paperwork beside him. Peeking over, you were able to decipher it was for one of his classes. His thin, wire-rimmed glasses slipped down the arch of his prominent nose. The man paid no mind and continued scribbling with his fountain pen. His ankle rested on his knee in a laxed position. If you were dumber, you would think he was comfortable, absorbed in his work. You spied how he watched you through his peripheral.

Turning around, you went back to your own work. Laid on your stomach with your feet in the air, you crossed and uncrossed your ankles in unrest. You hated how he kept such a close eye on you. Never once did you leave his sight. Levi at least trusted you enough to let you go to the bathroom alone.

Speaking of the dark haired male, he would be home tomorrow. You had no clue when, most likely in the morning as to not raise suspicions that the ever so punctual Erwin would miss work again. Anticipation and foreboding plagued you. You could barely stand another moment of Erwin’s babying, but Levi was no better.

A phone ringing startled you. Sitting up to look at Erwin, he cursed under his breath. The call hadn’t been from his phone, but somewhere deeper in the house. From the ringtone alone you could tell it had been from a landline. You tried your best to stifle your excitement. A phone was somewhere readily available in the home and you had a notion it was in his office.

Erwin placed the papers down and got up with forced grace. He didn’t want to seem startled as well.

“Stay.”

You didn’t respond as you went back to your drawings, ignoring him. Erwin stood there for a moment and then left you to your own devices. Toying with the glitter tube, you waited for his footsteps to grow quieter. The second his office door closed, you snapped up and crawled to the edge of the archway. Erwin had really gone into his office.

Crawling back, you strained your ears to hang on his deep timbre.

Yeah, keep talking, you fucking freak, you taunted in your head.

You grabbed one of the craft scissors and went to the couch. Your time alone with Levi has taught you some things about the house and the layout of at least the living room. Being a neat freak, every day when he cleaned, he would lift and move the furniture to make sure no spot was left unsanitized. Tilting to the couch back, you had noticed a small hole in the dust cover.

Laying on your stomach, you reached a hand under the couch, scissors hooked on your pinky. Your fingers caressed the seam until they caught on the hole. Twisting the scissors, you shoved them in—blade first. Gently, you wiggled the handle inside until the scissors were engulfed by the grainy, dark fabric.

As you pulled your hand back, Erwin stopped talking. Time was up. Pushing yourself away and up, you dusted the front of your shirt off. Waddling on your knees back to where you were, just as you laid back on your stomach and cradled the crayon, Erwin came from the archway, glasses gone.

Your heart rattled in your ribcage. You waited for Erwin to quickly catch on. This had been the second time you took and hid something right under Erwin’s nose. You were stretching your luck impossibly thin.

“I think it’s about time for lunch, how about you?” Erwin asked as he strided to your form.

Raising on your elbow to pivot towards him, you quirked a brow, “I guess?”

Crouching down next to you, he manipulated your body so you kneeled in front of him. In an easier position, he grabbed your waist and lifted you up as he stood. Not wanting to fall, you wrapped yourself around him. By now you should have gotten used to how he refused to let you walk.

“The kitchen is literally ten steps away,” You snarked.

“Shush.”

You scowled and debated if you should bite his shoulder. Before you could, Erwin dropped you off at the island rather than the dining table. Spinning the stool around, you observed Erwin glide across the kitchen grabbing this and that. You shivered as the wafting cool air of the fridge brushed past you. The cabinet opened and closed with a thump as Erwin bent down to swipe two apples.

Placing them on the counter, he then reached for jelly that had been untouched. As he grabbed stuff for you, he also grabbed his own food. Going for the drawers, he placed his body in front of the padlock. You had no way to see what numbers he thumbed into the combination. From it, emerged a small knife.

Grabbing a cutting board, Erwin deftly cut your apple into small pieces. Though, he added extra cuts to the reddish skin and pulled them back to make bunny ears. You bit down how your upper lip twitched in irritation.

Once he was done, he reached for the cabinet to the side and grabbed an unopened jar of peanut butter. You squinted to make sure that’s exactly what he gripped. Your mouth opened on instinct to tell him you were in fact allergic, but you stopped yourself.

Sucking your lips in, you had to stop yourself from laughing. Freedom was literally inches away and it had been right there the whole time. The worst case scenario Erwin let you just die on the kitchen floor, but the best case scenario was so much sweeter. You banished the fear. The pain and risk would be worth it.

So you simply stared as he spread the tan, thick paste over the bread along with the sugary jelly. Carefully he cut off the crust and divided the sandwich in fourths to prevent choking. If only he knew. He would be his own undoing.

“Here you go, Princess.” Erwin handed your food to you on a plastic plate with tiny, pink dinosaurs dancing along it. Beside it, he placed a sippy cup filled with milk.

You mumbled, stifling the irritation, “Thanks.”

Nodding, he went to finish preparing his own food. He wanted to make sure his baby girl ate first.

In front of you was your death sentence and your ticket to freedom. You knew what you had to do, but fear still gripped you. Going into anaphylactic shock was terrifying. You had only had episodes a couple times, but after your last one, you were quite frankly traumatized. It had been years, and no one was at fault. You had forgotten your epipen. Your family had gone on a trip and despite telling the waitress your allergy, accidents happen. It was the first time you ever saw your father so scared.

Gulping down your nerves, you grabbed one of the pieces. Shakingly, the sandwich went to your lips. Shoving it in your mouth, you rapidly chewed and swallowed. Reaching for the sippy cup, you twisted it open and downed the milk.

A cough made it up your throat and you didn’t try to silence it. In a matter of minutes, hives broke out all over your skin and you started to laugh.

“Darling?” Erwin turned back to you, concern dripped off his tone.

Placing his own plate down beside you, he leaned over to see the hives creeping up and your eyes were bulging.

Grabbing your shoulders, terror furrowed his brow, “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

As your throat closed up, your shoulders bobbed up and down as you cackled. “I’m allergic.”

He faltered, “A-allergic? Allergic to what?”

Fog overtook your brain as more oxygen depleted. The panic started to overtake your amusement. It had really set in what you had done. Gripping Erwin’s arms, you could barely breathe. Your heartbeat sped up to an unhealthy rate, shaking your whole body.

“What did you do?” He nearly screeched, his fingers digging into your shoulder bones.

“Hosp…” You started, “Hospital.”

Your epipen had to be wherever they hid your car as your bag had been inside it during your fateful visit. There was no other option but to take you to get professional help. That was, if Erwin didn’t decide to let you die.

Erwin shook you and yelled your name, but he was too late. Your eyes rolled into your skull.

Repetitive beeping pounded in your head. Your body ached, mainly your throat. Scrunching your nose, the oxygen mask over the lower half of your face shifted. Lulling your head to the left, your blurry eyes registered the IV stuck in your vein.

So he didn’t let you froth and flail on the floor until your lungs collapsed.

The harsh, sterile lights disorientated you. Weakly, you grabbed the oxygen mask and pried it off your face. Inhaling the stale air, your lungs quivered. You shakingly breathed, the air hiccuping in your throat. Stabilizing yourself, the room was barren and free of both Erwin and a nurse.

With feeble movements, you clutched onto the blanket and shifted it off your body. Forcing yourself up with your hands at your sides, your shoulders strained from the weight. You brushed off how the fluids dripped into your veins left you quaking and exhausted. You haven’t been the kindest to your body, and the torture inflicted on you didn’t help.

You swung your feet off the side of the hospital bed where the IV pole sat. Sliding down until your toes touched the cold, tiled floor, you grabbed the just as cold metal rod. The IV pole rattled as you clutched on it to stabilize yourself. Lugging it with you, you rounded the bed and crossed the room to the door. Peering out the slitted window, you saw no one in the hall.

The door opened with a whoosh. Still cautious, you peeked your head out the door frame to get a better range. Unwinding, empty corridors greeted you.

Tip-toeing out from the frame, the wheels scraped against the cold floors. Going further down the hall, you glimpsed into every room that passed you. Some were empty, others you saw other patients watching the TV. Their faces basked in the glow. Sunlight poured into their open curtain, and yet dimness shrouded you. Time stood still.

Continuing further, you waddled until you hit the desk where the nurses resided. No one was at their station. Confusion enveloped you as you traversed further. Where is everyone?

Deciding to simply ignore the weirdness, you turned your attention back to getting the hell out of here. If you can’t find a nurse to discreetly take the IV out, you will find other ways.

Turning the corner, you stumbled back. Further down the hall stood both Erwin and Levi talking to a doctor. His demeanor had been just as strange as the hospital. They seemed close or familiar with him. You did not like what that entailed.

Shuffling back, you whipped around only to run right into a nurse. She gasped in surprise and gripped your shoulders so you wouldn’t fall.

“Jesus! What are you doing up?” Her voice dripped in concern, but her words were a siren call.

Wide eyed, your focus shifted to the two men who snapped their attention to you. Erwin was better at putting on a facade. For a second you could believe his face truly relaxed in relief and a tiny smile graced his lips for any other reason than not to raise suspicion. Levi had morphed into a chilling stone. His already furrowed brow dipped down further.

Patting Erwin’s shoulder, the doctor let out a chuckle, “I told you there was nothing to worry about.” Walking over to you, he continued, “Come on, let’s check your vitals one last time before we sent you back home.”

Home. That damned place was no home.

Your hands shook as the nurse slipped her hand down to the middle of your back and guided you back down the hall. You dared not to pivot your head and see their faces. You much rather walk to your execution in woeful ignorance.

Keeping your head down, you didn’t look at anyone in the rooms and feel them stare at you as well. The door still open, the nurse pushes you inside with her right behind. Pushing past Erwin and Levi, the doctor followed her.

Both men tried to come in as well, but Erwin had been stopped with a hand on his chest. The doctor smiled, “You guys can wait out here for a second. Patient confidentiality and all the boring legal stuff.”

Your heart almost sang. Was freedom really that close?

“But aren’t I labeled as her emergency contact?” Erwin questioned.

The doctor smiled, “Yes, but that doesn’t give you any legal authority. Let me talk to the girl, Erwin. She won’t die in the five minutes we make sure it’s all out of her system.”

Seeing he was looming over the doctor with a dark expression, Erwin took a step back with an exhale and smiled once more, “You’re right, my apologies.”

Nodding, the doctor closed the door and brought his attention to you. The nurse had taken you to the bed and had you sit.

“Your arm please,” She spoke.

As you offered the arm with the IV in it, the doctor addressed you finally, “Hello Ms. Y/n, my name is Dr. Yeager. I have been your doctor since yesterday. You gave us all a scare, huh?”

His presence had an overwhelming fatherly feel to it, but something off lingered. You knew you couldn’t trust him fully.

You gave an awkward simper and then winced when the nurse pulled out the straw in your vein. “You could say that.”

He hummed at your words. “I was informed that there was no epipen administered before you were brought to the hospital, why was that?”

His words had an accusatory tone, like it was your fault. Well it was, but he didn’t need to know that. “I lost my epipen.”

“That's the same thing Erwin said. Well I put a prescription in to get you a new pen. Don’t lose it this time. I rather not see you again, Ms. Y/n.”

Alarm bells rung in your head. Erwin had both labeled himself as your emergency contact and they would freely be able to get the prescription in your name. Were you not labeled as missing? Had they truly been this thorough that not even medical professionals knew the truth. Your hope dwindled astronomically.

As he berated you, the nurse gracefully finished checking your vitals.

“Everything looks good. Let’s get you the proper paperwork and we can get you right home.”

You tersely smiled, terrified.

They both walked out. Dr. Yaeger pulled Erwin off to the side to explain the proper discharge procedure, leaving Levi to come barreling into the room.

Closing the door while staring you down, he didn’t speak. Your fingers gripped the crumpled bed sheets. He couldn’t harm you here. He wouldn’t be insane enough to that, or at least you hoped.

He prowled closer, like a wolf hunting the wary rabbit. Each step soft and calculated. If he startled you then you would run, not far, but he wasn’t in the mood to give chase.

“After each and every warning I give, you only become bolder and bolder. What good did this do you?”

He stood in front of you, face to face. You couldn’t look away from the burning ashes engulfing you.

You shrugged. In the end, it ultimately did nothing besides more information about the outside world and how no one cared.

Levi leaned forward so his hands rested on the bed, caging in your legs. Your body tilted back to get away, his torso hovered over yours.

His lips parted, ready to speak when the door opened. His head turned away from you and you leaned to the side to see Erwin join. In his hands were new clothes for you. Normal clothes.

Sighing, he departed from you. Going to stand by the wall nearest to the bed, Levi let Erwin have full range of you.

The older man didn’t say a word as he came closer. Instead of attempting to dress you, he placed the neatly folded pile on your lap.

“Go to the bathroom and get dressed.”

Bewilderment would be an understatement, “Huh?”

A scowl pinched on his face, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Gathering up the clothes, you slipped off the bed and cautiously ambled towards the bathroom diagonal from where you sat. Both of them watched you go into the bathroom and shut them out with a click of the door.

Wanting out of the scratchy hospital gown, you pulled it off from your body. You gleefully change into the jeans shorts and the old band t-shirt. They must have kept some of your old clothes for whatever reason. At this point, you won’t complain.

Your hands still shook as you knew what would become of you the second you opened the door. Turning on the sink, you listened to the water and closed your eyes. The yard stabbed your fluttering lids. You faced the memory head on. It would only get worse now, you have to prepare yourself.

Working yourself through the cold liquid penetrating your sinuses, you breathed. Only air cycled your system. You could breathe.

Exhaling shakily, you blinked yourself back to the present. Flicking off the faucet, you spun and reached for the handle. Swinging the door open, Levi stood as he was before and took his place to sit on the chair by him. Their attention never once strayed from the door as you were greeted with their mutual glares.

“Come here,” Levi barked.

Your hands gripped the hem of your shirt to ground yourself.

He was about to speak when he was interrupted again. This time with a firm knock on the door.

“What fucking is it, now?”

Without being instructed to come inside, the person slid the door anyway. Standing in the doorway was a cop.

You blinked in confusion. Today just kept getting weirder.

Tucking his hands behind him, the cop walked in with an overly pleasant expression. No different than the face Erwin would make to lull others into a false sense of security.

“Good evening, gentlemen and lady. I am officer Zeke Yaeger and I have a few questions for you folks.”

[cosmicstarlatte]

hi!! can I request the brothers reactions to MC who talks in a cute voice with pets? i can’t talk normally with my cat he’s just a widdle baby 😭

MC baby-talks to their pet (Obey Me)

You can't help but talk in a cute baby voice with your pet. How does he react?

»Characters: Demon Bros »Tags: Humor, Fluff »Notes: This has been sitting for a long time lol. Thank you for the super cute request anon! I hope you like it! ^^ ♡ I tried to be vague for our non furry friends lol

Lucifer:

Had to do a double take when he heard you talking like that

Thought solomon accidentally cursed you at first

Relief when he realized you were just talking to your pet...why do people do that though???

Momentarily forgot he does that with Cerberus when no one is around

Thought it was cute and wholesome seeing you treat your pet so sweetly, you looked so happy

Ended up joining you because your little baby is a cutie

Tried to pull off a very deep voice when his brothers walked in on you guys

They called him widdle uwucifer™️ for a week

Even Diavolo heard about it alajsjfjglskflsk

Mammon:

Got jealous when he heard you calling someone your widdle baby

ISNT HE YOUR WIDDLE BABY!?

Super relieved when he found out it was just your pet

Got jealous again because he wanted some praise too??

"Yes yes Mammon you're a good demon too"

"And!?" (you pat his head)

"Hmph! That's what I thought!"

Joined you and your pet for some cuddles

Levi:

This poor thing thought you were talking to him at first and got so excited

When he realized it was your pet, he didn't think too much of your baby voice because even he has those moments with Henry 2.0!

What kind of pet owner would you be if you didn't talk to them like that!?

He played with the two of you and suggested making little cosplays for the cute little thing

Satan:

Was caught off guard for a brief second but joined you instantly when he realized you were with your pet

This man loves animals

WIDDLEBABYTALKTIMEAAAAAAAA

Convinces you to go to the devildom zoo so the animals there can get baby talk too because all of them deserve it!

Asmo:

Immediately knows what you're doing and GOES ALL IN

Baby talk, cuddles, just fluffy love overload with your pet!

He has no shame (as he should)

Even goes as far to include you in it, you're his widdle baby too! He cuddles you both in excitement!

Takes so many photos and posts it online

Beel:

Thought you were broken and got worried

Did you eat something cursed?

Realizes what you were doing and tries to join in but it doesn't go well, oops

The man sounds so stiff 😭

Your pet did not like it but did enjoy his cuddles!

Belphie:

Was sleeping and woke up a little, he thought you were talking to him at first

Okay yeah I could get use to this, it's kinda nice.

It wasn't until you started talking about treats that he realized you were just talking to your little friend

Thought about joining in but your voice soothed him and he went back to sleep!

[skyeslittlecorner]

Sorry if you're neck deep in kiddie headcanons but it's too cute to pass up. Like we already got kings, but I need to see kiddie nobles. Mainly Hades because I'm weak. Making sure little Barbatos doesn't take off all of his clothes and throw them everywhere, having to chase down lil Glasy because he's trying to prank others into fight each other, or running around with scissors. And unintentional hide and seek with Foras because poor baby can't control his invisibility, and you're panicking because you think you lost him but in reality he's with you the entire time...maybe have to put a bell on him to know where he is.

AHHH THIS! I love it so much! The little ones from Hades are so chaotic and completely unintentional (apart from Glasyal, he is very intentional). But I bet Levi is a great father, after all, the whole country treats him like one.

The big brain of yours is truly amazing, from today I'm starting a kindergarten, goodbye romance interests, you are too cute as children- Just look at them!

Gehenna

All the little ones have gathered of their own in the living room, where Satan sits cross-legged in the middle of the fluffy carpet and fights with them. He's dishing out punches one after the other. Strong enough to push the kids away, but not to actually hurt them. You don't think he's ever had so much fun with his nobles! He decreed that he would be the evil king one who kidnapped the Descendant of Solomon, and now you sit on his lap while he fends off the little nobles.

Leraye and Paimon excel at scheming, having the most fun when they manage to hang onto Satan's biceps, and he tries to shake them off. Belial was smarter. He taught Jiyu how to make paper bullets and shot Satan with a slingshot, but all the bullets got stuck in his fluffy hair, so you pulled them out regularly.

Sitri is not so bold. At first, he sat huddled in the corner of the room, covering his ears with his hands. You made an exception for him and took him on your lap. The noise suddenly stops bothering him as he cuddles into your chest and leers smugly at the others. Little smartass.

The kids launching an attack quickly get tired. Only when they were scattered on the couches, snoring loudly, did Astaroth pull Zagan towards you. He put markers in your hands and demanded you to draw (or pet his little snake, as you wish). Of course, you didn't resist them, although instead of using a piece of paper, you started drawing on Satan's cheek. This couldn't end well, right? You were pinned to the floor. Who knows what happened next, because Astaroth covered Zagan's eyes, and Satan immediately threw you over his shoulder and took you to the bedroom. Kids had theit fun, now time for you.

Tartaros

You have never met such sweet and problem-free children in your life. You can take them wherever you want, to the palace, for a walk, shopping, they will always come back to you and won't go crazy like some do. Just shower them with love. Especially Eligos, who would like to stick to you and not move, just purring when you pet him and kiss him. He wrapped himself in all the ribbons he had - you had to help him with that so he wouldn't choke or trip - and now he's running from devil to devil because everyone wants to pet him. He is the total center of attention.

Bimet would love to count money, but he is so small that he doesn't really know how to count, so you have some piggy banks with you. He usually gets lost halfway through, but you managed to convince him that this means they are just bottomless and that he is infinitely rich. At first, he didn't trust you (or rather he looked at you in happy shock, because devils cannot doubt), but since Mammon supported you, he has no questions. Especially since the king gave him a basket in which to collect his own wealth, so he follows Eligos to the devils and demands payment for petting him. 

Valefor is like an older brother who takes care of them, and it is mainly thanks to him that your walk is so peaceful and pleasant. If Eli flies too far, he will bring him back by the hand. If he falls, he will pet him, calm him down and bring you to kiss his scratched leg so that it doesn't hurt. If Bimet loses a gem or two from his basket, he will show him to pick it up. He keeps turning to you and Mammon to make sure you haven't gone too far. When you praised him for being as brave and responsible as his king, he grew happy and took even better care of the boys. Mammon is really proud of them, and you can see it in his smile. You are too.

Hades

You’re left alone when the king is occupied with work. Do you think it won't be easy? You're absolutely right. Of the three in your care, Glasyal is the nicest. And it's not because he wants to, he's just having fun as he follows you around and watches you struggle with the other two.

Even though Foras is invisible, Barbatos also constantly disappears from your sight. Look for windows where he can bask in the sun. Of course, the fewer clothes he wears, the more fun he got. Once you put him in a corset so he couldn't untangle himself, but Glasyal came with scissors. They almost gouged out their eyes. It was only when you put him in Leviathan's clothes that he stopped shedding them so much and instead cuddled up to them.

Foras is a problem because he isn’t. Literally. You can't see him, amen. He doesn't do it on purpose, but he has no control over his power. Will he be scared? Disappears. Sneezes? Disappears. Will he quarrel with Glasyal? Disappears. Glasyal especially liked the third one, and it brought the little pink devil to tears.

You were getting exhausted, but then the nooses around the kids' necks twitched like leashes being pulled by their owner. The father is coming.

"Enough. Be good." He will admonish them, but with a little smile wandering his lips. All the children will crawl towards him with complete adoration. This time they will hang in the air, not on nooses, but one by one having the honor of being held in their father's arms. Just take those scissors from Glasyal, really.

Avisos

Even though you expected this to be the most chaotic experience of your life, it wasn't that bad at all.

One child drops out because he sleeps. Bael, of course. When you picked him up from the desk, he's been sleeping for about four hours now, snoring loudly and nothing can wake him up. And you tried. Especially Amon, who first poked Bael in the cheek and waited for him to react, but when nothing happened, he just curled up next to him, because why not?, and went to sleep together.

You went to the bathroom for a moment and when you came back, Nabe was also lying in a pile. Also dragged to sleep by Amon, as you saw them holding hands. Stolas was the only one left, so you brought him, however, was a bit more reluctant and really wanted to go to Bathin, so you had to convince him. You took three chairs and threw a blanket over them to build him a fort, and in that fort, a nest. Only then did he settle down there contently.

Of course, Amon didn't miss anything, because he's conscious when he sleeps. He got out of bed and crawled to Stolas' nest. It looked (and was!) much more comfy. Stolas first shouted at him and tried to kick him out, but Amon lay there like a log. This little bird finally got tired and fell asleep too. You put all four of them in the fort, climbed in, grabbed a book and let them cuddle.

Beelzebub, who felt that something was wrong and decided to check on you, burst out laughing when he saw you with the kids. You dragged him along as punishment. Of course, he had priority over you. You laid on Beel and the kids clinged to both of you. When he saw them like this, it brought back memories. You'll learn a little about how he met each of the nobles and what his own childhood was like, as he tell stories and pet each child he talks about.

[shazzwajazz]

Housepet!Ace

The basic premise of this au:

TVYLAN has always quite enjoyed the unique pets in this world, taking it upon themself to keep 16 different pets and take care of them. Not to mention how interesting interactions between different housepets would be.

TVYLAN loves their cute little kitty ace, he’s such an angel, is he not? WRONG. This little shit will scratch right about everything he sees when scared, and has on multiple occassions made an attempt to scratch the other housepets. He is a menace, but TVYLAN sees nothing wrong.

TVYLAN found poor little ace in the middle of the rain, hissing at right about everything he saw due to how blinding the rain was. TVYLAN was unsure if the guy already had an owner, but didn’t really care as he yanked him up by the back of his collar, bringing him home. Ace was the first of the 16 to be adopted, having him think he’s the king of them all.

Among them is:

Ace (cat)

Teruko (panther)

Eden (mouse)

Levi (dog)

Arei (penguin)

Rose (sloth)

Arturo (peacock)

J (skunk)

Nico (crow)

Hu Jing (bear)

Xander (lion)

David (wolf)

Charles (guinea pig)

Min (rat)

Veronika (hyena)

Whit (dove)

Now, will I draw them all? Probably not. Will I try to? Yeah.

[lucysarah-c]

Hi! Happy new years eve ✨🥂 hope you had an awesome 2023 and all my best wishes and blessings for 2024 🫶🏼

Now, I can’t get this idea out of my head. Levi adopting a kitten with his girl. I always thought of Levi like a cat person, idk he just seem to fit on it. And as a cat person myself I would love to read something about it.

I can imagine him thinking is a bad idea but then he cant go anywhere in the house without the kitty 🫶🏼 so adorable I guess

Ahhh happy new year!! Thank you for all your well wishes and sending them back to you! I'm sorry it took me this long to write this for you sweetie! T-T so sorry

It started in the least expected way. Levi and his group of friends had been trying to find new ways to spend time together in their difficult adult lives. They wanted to revisit certain activities they used to enjoy in their glory college days and bond a little. You, of course, didn’t complain. If Levi decided to go camping with his friends or hiking on any weekend, it was also a chance for you to hang out with your friends at home, maybe watch a movie he doesn’t like, and have a “me” afternoon. It was all positive until Levi began to notice something during their hangouts.

Dogs.

All of them, particularly Mike and Erwin, had their own respective big, fluffy, loyal-to-death dogs that they would take with them on hikes, jogs, or even camping trips. You could see from the look in your boyfriend's eyes that he was envious. The only reason you and Levi hadn’t adopted any pets before wasn’t because of you in particular. You grew up with pets, loved them, and felt that the house was missing something without a fluffy companion. And don’t get me wrong, Levi had always had a soft spot for animals. But, in his own words, “As a kid, my family could never afford one… and Kenny hated them so.”

When you two moved in together, he didn’t want any pets due to "too much hair, too much mess, and too much money spent on the vet." But now, you could see in his eyes that he desired one, especially when they took pictures with his friends' dogs, and Levi hardly ever took pictures himself. Sooner or later, you brought up the idea, and he seemed excited. You quickly guessed that he wasn’t going to be the one to suggest it since perhaps his pride stopped him from admitting that now all the previous reasons he had given you to say no weren’t that important.

One lazy Saturday, you were walking past the doors of a shelter. Both of you admitted that if you were going to get a pet, it would be a rescue, giving the chance for an animal to live the American dream (two adults with good salaries, a pretty house, and no kids) after someone had made them believe they were trash. Both of you talked to the receptionist, who said that soon she would walk both of you to the dog’s department to choose. But when the guide came back and you were ready to go in and check out the puppies with your boyfriend, he was nowhere to be found.

Quickly, you followed the sound of people talking, and there he was, talking to a vet at the cat’s side of the shelter. The vet seemed to be deeply engrossed in conversation with him as you reached his side.

“Lev? Love, they are waiting to show us the dogs,” you called to him before smiling softly at the vet, acknowledging their presence.

“Oh, I was just telling him that she never gets close to anyone, not even to us. It was almost magical seeing her trying to reach out to him,” the vet said, and you quickly concluded it was the cat that was rubbing the top of her head against the front of her cage, trying to reach Levi.

“Aww, poor thing,” you said as you bent down slightly to have a better look at her face and perhaps give the cat some love through the small space of the bars. But the cat quickly moved away from your touch and softly hissed.

It hurt you, despite knowing that all cats have their temperament, until the vet spoke again, “Oh, she has always been a little grumpy; she’s not a fan of people.”

Levi also bent down to the cat's level, and he seemed to be the chosen one because the cat was continuously bumping her head against the cage, seeking more love from him. “Well, that makes two of us,” he commented, admitting his antisocial tendencies.

“When we found her, we thought she was feral because of the damage from living on the streets and her attitude, but we found she was chipped. We contacted the owner, but he said that since she couldn’t have more kittens, they left her in the streets,” both of you slightly raised to look at the shelter’s owner with heartbroken faces. “She’s been here for a while, but nobody wants her because she’s old, grumpy, and because of all the pregnancies she had, she has FIV, which is an expensive treatment an-”

“I’m taking her,” Levi interrupted the vet without a second thought, and you were about to comment that the plan was to get a dog, nothing against taking the little cat.

“Are you sure? It’s a lot of responsibility, and she’s rather old,” the vet warned.

“I’m sure. What do I have to do to take her home?” Levi replied with confidence.

That’s how Chai Tea, or just Chai, came into your life. She was a grumpy old lady, but you two loved her to death, especially Levi. She seemed to be a golden brownish Persian, which made sense given her breeding history, but one of her ears was damaged from living on the streets, giving her a permanently angry face. The first sign of her enjoying being a spoiled princess was during her first visit to the vet after her adoption, when the instructions were to reduce her food rations because she was already a bit too chubby.

“Shhh, don’t listen to the vet. You’re perfect,” you heard Levi whispering as he rocked her in his arms in the kitchen. “Here, have some ham.”

She was obsessed with him, and he was obsessed with her. Did Levi complain about the hair? A lot, but at least he took the effort to vacuum and brush her himself. In his own words, “If I can make her life worth it for even a little bit at the end of it, then I’ll do it.”

It was endearing to receive a text message from Levi saying "On my way home," and then witness the little fluffy ball rushing down the hallway with her short legs once you tell her "Chai! Daddy is coming home!"

It was incredibly cute how she would meow all the way to the front door, occasionally looking back at you to make sure both of you were going to greet him.

It’s rather funny how he went to a shelter to get a big dog for his "bro's" adventures and came back with a cat that demanded to be picked up and rocked in his arms while he prepared dinner. Even funnier is how he accepted it. Now your camera phone is full of pictures and videos of Levi humming lullabies, sleeping with a cat on top of him, or holding her up in the air so she can hunt a moth.

A little bit jealous? Perhaps. Sometimes, Levi seems more eager to greet the fluffy cat when he gets home than he is to greet you. But being able to give an elderly cat a second chance was a better experience than anything else.

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[the-ghost-of-asselus-cancri]

obey me miscellaneous headcanons

barbatos actually likes to do chores without using his magic. he finds this methodical work very calming and it helps him to clear his head or freely daydream, while being productive.

lucifer, satan, barbatos and mephistopheles play chess with each other from time to time. when satan finally won over lucifer after a few centuries of trying, it was also a big win for the anti lucifer league and he taunted lucifer with it for a few months.

as time went on and you eventually got very close to each other, mephistopheles, diavolo and lucifer started to let you into their office, no questions asked, mostly for you to quietly study alongside them, as they were busy with their own neverending piles of documents, that needed to he rewieved. your silent presence served as an incredible motivation for them, since you were being productive together after all, but sometimes it was a little distractive, since they'd rather spend more time with you doing other things, not being stuck for an eternity at the seemingly endless purgatory of work.

mephistopheles is actually very patient and takes pride in explaining things to you or others, even if he has to repeat himself a lot. he can also finds a helped you memorise the material a lot better with a few certain tricks.

the main reason why mammon loses most of the time while gambling isn't his poor luck, but his inability to keep a poker face. in reality he's actually a very good gambler and can win fair and square without cheating.

successfully joining forces, brothers made a patch-like weighted blanket as a birthday present for belphie, who only sleeps with it in his room, never carrying it outside, fearing that it will wear and tear much faster this way.

levi talks pretty fast sometimes, yet despite that he has a very good pronunciation, so there's literally no tongue twister that he couldn't handle at ten times the original speed. satan quizes him with often, trying to find the one, which levi would finally stumble over.

raphael doesn't get jokes, like at all, especially based on specific references, and you have to explain them to him in detail for a better, concrete understanding. he slowly gets a hang of it though, and it all thanks to your help!

when levi told satan about the existence of tamagochies, after lucifer banned him for bringing any pets home, satan was so excited, that he bought himself one with a cat, neko styled too. satan thanks humans for this incredible invention to this day and takes good care of his little virtual pet.

at some point asmo was definetly a fashion history enthusiast, because the fashion of the past forms the current trends after all. he finds the evolution of human fashion very interesting, as well as celestial realm's one.

[koolades-world]

Ok so I've randomly had this genius idea and was keeping it in my head for a month or so. And i for some reason had an urge to find someone to make this thing. And YOU got unlucky to be in my FYP with open requests! Poor you, now you are cursed with this request! (Also ur writing is cool, but im suck at giving compliments~)

Imagine being a one of the most powerful demons in entire devildom, falling from heaven, going through a war.. and you just meet a human, who is crying because of a paper scratch! That's the request!:

Brothers with Pain-sensitive MC/MC with Algophobia if you prefer.♡

Ahem🤓👆, Algophobia is a phobia of pain. No one likes getting hurt, but algophobic person is afraid of it more than normal ppl. Also Algophobia makes all pain feel even more painful because if the fear🤓👆

These two are pretty much the same, but Algophobia one has more angst potential than just "Pain-sensitive"

This thing sounds just so hilarious in my head, imagine after MC does something bad Lucifer wants to punish them, but then he remembers that this human uses cooking gloves to drink coffee because "its way to hot" and ends up with existential crisis because all of his punishments will turn Pain-sensitive MC into dust😭

I saw a lot of ppl headcanoning that demons are like "well, humans are fragile and easily will die!" and starting to think that human is dying when they broke a bone. Thats funny, but imagine what would happen if it ACTUALLY were like that. Mammon wants to get MC to the casino, but then sees how they slip and fall to their knees and the crying because "FFFFF MY KNEEEEES HURT😭😭😭" And he is just like..."Damn, bro, how u live like this" and ends up way to afraid to bring them to the casino bc of "eeevil demons that would eat them!".

Also i imagine that Levi would do something similar, but, lets agree that him asking MC to go somewhere is an impossible scenario. I think he will do a good job tho.

Satan and MC hanging out in the garden with cats and this dude, who can easily broke the entire house if he gets angry, casually watching this piece of human struggling to pet a cat bc of their shaking hands. "Come on, just pet it, u got it, MC." "but cats have claws and claws are paaaainful!!!!"

Asmo is probably the only one who will have no problem with that, lol. This dude loves saying about being gentle. Yeah, not surprising that i simp for him. But dynamic between Devildom's biggest slut and a Human, who never kissed with anyone because "well, if i am kissing someone, I can't tell if the person is not gonna get a knife a d won't stub me! and stubbing ppl is painful!" sounds hilarious.

Beel is a big cinnabun, we all can agree. But yhis cinnabun is so big, that it can easily hurt MC accidentally! Even average people often cause ain-sensitive MC pain, and someone as big and strong babyboy like Beel? Damn, poor big man and MC, who waits for hot food to cool down for 15 minutes before eating it because "hot food is painful!"

Belphegor probably will do okay.. i mean, if we ignore 16 lesson.. he is pretty gentle boy so i guess he won't do anything bad. But, i can still imagine how this dude might hurt MC in his sleep and when wakes up and sees them, ouch-ing and rubbing their cheek, because "you were asleep and accidentally hit my cheek.." while this dude was just changing his sleeping pose.

So you can make something fluffy with brothers trying to not-hurt Pain-sensitive MC accidentally, you can do it in memes, you can do some angst with Algophobia. You can do whatever you want, i give the idea, you use it if you want!~

Damn, this think came out like a whole ass post. But i hope you didn't got bored halfway, lol.

Have a nice day tho!~~~

hi! haha I didn’t get bored you understand me!! I absolutely love when someone is just as excited as me about an idea :) this is exactly what I do when I have an idea I love so much I want to squeeze it in a good way

glad you like my writing 🥺 <3 please enjoy!

Mc with Algophobia

Lucifer

he knows right off the bat because it was on your paperwork (creepy) but makes accommodations where he can (loving)

essentially baby proofs the house right after you arrive once he realizes you’re being serious including padding on every sharp corner

always has a first aid kit on hand because he’s worried about you and won’t hesitate to offer you all the time off you need

finds himself unconsciously making sure you're ok

Mammon

didn't take you seriously at first until you almost started crying upon reach into the freezer to help defrost Goldie yet again

wants to help you with your fear, and unveils all of his stupid fears to you, including his fear of public water fountains

when you're not together, he has his crows keep an eye on you for him to make sure you're ok

often opts to stay home with you if it makes you more comfortable

Levi

so so chill about it since he himself is afraid of many things, and while not paralyzing, goes out of his way to avoid all these things

lets you know the door to his room will always be open for you if you need a place to relax for the hour or day

protective of you in a way he never felt before

ready to listen to your woes and try to help resolve them for you

Satan

to some extent, he understands what it's like to be misunderstood and he goes out of his way to boost your confidence

knows some amazing professionals that might be able to help you out if you want

works on himself and his outbursts to keep you safe and unafraid <3

holds your hand as often as he gets the chance to reassure both you and himself that you won't get separated and avoid any potential problems

Asmo

100% finds many excuses to kiss your booboos

finds all sorts of fun cute ways to make sure you don't get hurt and stay happy

if you get hurt around him, he's on top of it and upset too since he hates to see you unhappy

whatever you need, he's got you covered. he carries some of you things in his handbag that he always has with him in case you need it

Beel

doesn't understand at first, but is more cautious around you

he knows humans are fragile but he severely underestimated your fear

however, he's willing to do anything that you need from him

he knows his strength and always finds himself moving slower and more protective around you

Belphie

at first, he couldn't have cared less but after he got to know you, he felt extremely guilty about what he had done

does everything to make it up to you and prevent you from getting hurt again

expect lots of gifts that include nice blankets and cute bandaids

finds his way to your room in the middle of the night often to make sure you're fine and then stays (he's totally not just sleepwalking)

[call-me-resenei]

(oc) Yandere Hybrid!SnowLeopard x Mafia Female!Reader

❕MDNI❕Nsfw, Canabilism, ETC...🚫

He's a good boy. Always listening to you no matter how fucked up your requests are. You find it fun to see how your pet would do anything for you just to fuck you. He wants to get you pregnant with his cubs and you just love to see him fill you up. He has killed people for you when you ordered him to....But...He kills those people who get too close to you even without you telling him to kill them. He's a sub and a dom that of course you decide that. He loves being the submissive one because he likes being pampered by you. He also loves being the dominant one as she loves to see you crying because of how big and thick his cock is (around 38-39 cm). He whispers sweet things in your ears to stop your tears... You adopted him for 12million, he was the most expensive one from the other hybrids. The seller thought that no one would by him since no one did and the people who did quickly returned him back since he was causing a mess and murders.... But Levi did not trouble you at all... Something about you didn't want him to be a burned on you or the other people who worked for you. Maybe because of the kindness you showered him by thinking that he was just an ordinary pet that was a human too.. Levi saw you being kind to the poor etc so many times without you or your men noticing... He's a smart predator... He is not a pet anymore after he fucked you non stop for 6 hours just because he got jealous when you came back to your mansion drunk one night and told him about the one night stand you just had with another hot mafia..... Back then he was living as your pet, as your cute little pet who would give you affection. That night, you did a big mistake by telling him. As soon as you finished telling him he dragged you to your room and ripped your expensive dress.. "You belong to me only me, master" He said with a frown on his face as he thrusted into your hole for continuous 6 hours. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you begged him to stop. After he finished he left you on the bed and covered your body with a thin blanket and he also poured a glass of water into a cup just incase you needed some water..What a sweet boy... He kissed your forehead before leaving the mansion and heading towards the 'Hot Mafia' who you had sex with..He being him killed the poor guy and his men... Don't worry he cleaned the mess. Now, you would never dare to fuck someone else other than him.

With a happy ending,... After a couple of moths he was in heat and mated with you which ended up getting you pregnant with Triplets, his three cubs!!

★✿★AN:English is not my first language so please don't mind the errors/mistakes. Thank you🤍..

[sakura-chan-25]

Can I request a baby little kawaii/cutecore autistic reader x cg lucifer please

Can you make it where Lucifer is working while reader is playing in their play pin in his office but they start getting sensory overload

Absolutely, I can! The kawaii/cutecore stuff might not come out as much and I'm not quite sure how much of autistic is in there too when looking back at it, but the sensory overload is definitely there. Hope you enjoy! ^^ (Btw I'm glad you're back, I missed you even though we don't write with each other)

Word Count: ~720

Warning(s): sensory overload, crying, Lucifer sighing quite a lot, little gear (pacifier, play mat, blanket, sensory cube or whatever you call it), pet names (darling, little dove), I don’t like the ending :’)

It was quiet in the office. Well, quiet apart from the occasional jingle of MC’s soft cube as they played. Lucifer was working at his desk, like always. He made sure to keep an eye on them though, looking up from those annoying papers every once in a while to watch them playing on their mat with a small smile before focusing back on those papers. They looked too cute, sucking on their pacifier and playing on the mat, to keep focusing on his work as he chuckled under his breath and stood up.

Just as he made his way towards them on the floor a loud scream echoed outside on the hallway as the thumping sounds of running followed. Lucifer sighed. Levi and Mammon again. Although his annoyance was replaced with worry once he kneeled down in front of MC and saw their scared wide eyes.

“Hey. Darling?”, the demon softly asked in a worried tone as he saw the tears forming in the human’s eyes. He quickly opened his arms, ready to pull them into a hug if they wanted it.

Unfortunately, that seemed to backfire. Instead of crawling to him, MC crawled away while the tears started falling down. That made the Avatar of Pride panic slightly, but he tried to not let it show.

“Shh, shh, my little dove. Everything is alright. It was just Mammon and Levi with their usual shenanigans. It’s fine now. You’re okay.” Those words didn’t help MC to calm down though. They were too overwhelmed now, Levi and Mammon’s usual troublemakings seemingly having been the last straw.

The Avatar of Pride sighed again as he got up. He started gathering the pink headphones and MC’s fluffy comfort blanket with cute little bunnies on it as the poor human cried. Their pacifier had long fallen out of their mouth, so their cries were even more painful to the demon caring for them.

He slowly kneeled back down opposite them, making sure to keep distance, so he wouldn’t make them cry even more. He still achieved that. Obviously on accident.

The demon only tried to wrap their blankie around their shoulders, he didn’t know that was too much right now! Lucifer continued to hush them quietly with a worried expression as he put the blanket in front of them, letting them choose to just take it themselves if they wanted it. He did the same with the headphones and their cute pacifier, lying them on top of the blanket.

MC whimpered quietly as they tried to stop themselves from sobbing out loud. But it was hard in their regressed state! Lucifer sighed again in worry as he tried to remind them that crying was nothing to be ashamed about and it was good to let it out. The regressed sorcerer only nodded briefly as they wiped their eyes with their sleeves while the red-eyed demon was turning their headphones on, connecting them to his D.D.D.

After that he slowly offered the human their headphones — letting them reach for the headphones themselves rather than just putting them on their head. MC sniffled quietly as they clumsily reached out and tried to put their headphones on, but they only cried more when that didn’t work. Lucifer helped them slowly adjust the headphones, not wanting to startle them and make them cry even harder as they already did.

While the demon was working on the headphones, MC grabbed their pacifier from the blanket and put it in their mouth once more, quietly sucking on it as they sniffled here and there.

Only when their favourite music started playing and successfully drowned out the rest, did MC calm down. They were quietly fumbling with their blanket in front of them as Lucifer sighed in relief. He decided to disregard his work for now and kept close to them, just in case they needed something, while he was also making sure not to touch them.

However, he gladly took them into his arms when they crawled towards him. He let the human seek his comfort as he slowly rocked them back and forth and wrapped them up in their soft blanket, kissing their forehead gently. Lucifer kept MC in his arms and rocked them until eventually they fell asleep in his lap and put them to bed.